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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ships out within 2 days
my return to earth would not be easy, for the elevator was broken
the capsule hung limply from the supports, something deep inside was smoking
I climbed inside but the door was stuck, it would only close part of the way
if I had not known the things that I knew, I might think it was time to pray
but instead, I held the door as closed as the door agreed to close
and hammered on the panel until flashing sparks arose
I jumped on the elevator floor and felt it swing and rattle
using up all the energy I had left from the wizard battle
as I leapt and shook and pounded
fearing I was stuck forever
a panel came loose on the elevator wall
revealing a release lever (or "lever")
I licked my lips and checked my pulse
and pulled, with all my might
and as I fell, I did not scream
I smiled, and went towards the light