Lookin' real: dig this feelin' of peace-time,
New life-on-lease time,
West & East comes a truce, could it be
That we'll be free...maybe...someday?
Lookin' fine - new alignment and laughter,
But what are we after?
After this will we miss our mistakes
For human sakes
Tell me when we'll be free
>From pretending to be,
What we're not ready yet to believe...maybe...someday.
Lookin' back: days of snacks, cars and motors,
Modem computers,
Racks of load-em-up guns, cigarettes,
Consumer debts...
When they thought they were free,
Ever spending to see
They were not, but they wanted to be...maybe...someday.
I still can't understand what they planned
For the lives of their sons.
Such a wait for they created; so late
The arrival of CONCEPT ONE.
Look ahead, lose your dread of tomorrow,
No need for sorrow,
Soon we'll borrow e-motions, download behaviour codes.
2.
Maybe then we'll be free
>From pretending to be
What we're not ready yet to believe.
Maybe, someday
We'll forget who we are
Reconnecting to stars
Dancing sambas of dreams never far.
Maybe...someday.
- solo -
Never quite got it right;
Satellites spoil this culture of clean.
Now we gear up to clear atmos-fear-ic concerns
- No more TV screens?
Maybe soon we'll be free
>From electricity.
When it's done will our sun be the key?
Lately some say
We'll connect to the stars;
Better yet: who we are
Will be just who we wanted to be...maybe...one day.
Tell me when - we'll be free
>From pretending to be
What we're not. Ready yet to believe?
Maybe, someday
We'll forget who we are,
Reconnecting to stars
Dancing sambas of dreams never far,
Maybe.......someday.
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