Quite recently, or perhaps sometime soon (I can never recall exactly the correct directional flow of time, in the same way as just telling me to GO EAST leaves me confused as to whether I should turn left or right or some other direction betwext), I was/will be contracted by the government/a private contractor to investigate/instigate an anomaly upon the moon. This album tells/will tell the tale/told of this extraordinary event/apocalyptic horror, both in the dimension of musical sounds and, in an unauthorised account by an understanding bystander, the written word (with 11 original illustrations and a postcard).
Yours in shock,
PS: The accompanying pamphlet also contains highly accurate lyrical transcriptions; a chronicle of further adventures (never musically acknowledged); extracts from my fortnightly job search diary; 2 recipes; 3 interviews; 4 spelling mistakes; and several mysterious holes.
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a pioneering scheme in the late seventies connected the earth to the moon
the machine was constructed in great secrecy from blueprints found in Egyptian tombs
nobody was sure if it would work, so it was highly classified
especially after the test subjects returned without their eyes
empty sockets, dreams of rockets, but no real brain activity
they couldn't work out what went wrong... until they spoke to me
I turned the project on its head with the things that I suggested
I demanded that I be the first when the device was tested
I battled against gravity and I knew I couldn't fail...
I was the thirteenth man on the moon, and lived to tell the tale.
the changes that I made were cleverly chosen, they were based on certain special qualities
things I had noticed that made me unique, things specific to my biology
by the time I was done, the budget was exhausted, further plans were left on the shelf
there was no money left to generalise, to make the mechanism work with anyone else
so, with a little planning and a little trickery
I fixed the device in a way that suited me.
unless the scientists worked to create a clone
the space elevator was mine alone.