Arpeggio Is Dancing

歌詞

Tell me when it clicks, tell me when you get it Tell me when you don’t need me no more and then we’ll hit it Insert 3-2-1-mark Push down, twist it to the left, make a spark Then I’m off shoot through the sky like a bullet Hit stage 2 grab the handle and pull it Will it disengage? Listen for the snap Yeah, that’s a good sign two falling back Supercommuter: Totally committed Skin-tight white spacesuit fitted Supercommuter: Feel it now I float Speeding straight out, add another zero No ozone, egg dome, straight back chair Gold chrome, white-hot rocket in the air Solo sterilized panel in my view One port hole peep out, yeah, nothing new Black canvas, white drops of light Inside, regulated artificial sunshine Biorhythmic architect on deck Keep it 72 life signs correct What did you expect; a robot for this? Yeah the last one got chopped, blown to bits I’m alone in this my hypothesis: Is that big spaceships are prone to fits So 25 meter diameter disc pad Where I sleep, where I eat, keep the lid latched When it wriggles loose, I’m the one to fix that Twist that dial into dispatch Tell me when you enter, tell me when it burns Tell me when you don’t need me no more and the we’ll learn Insert through the atmosphere Then begin work; figure out what happens here Start shaking, pull lever back, lower speed Taking too long, readjust gravity When I touch three feet, then I lower ladder down Slowly step out just to have a look around Click defog, try to stand Two white boots sink deep into dark blue sand Poof, puff, clouds in my wake Enough dark stuff, soon I can’t see shapes So I wait; let the dust dissipate Trust home base, make 20 roamers activate Watch them roll away, then I’m alone Turn around, step up the ladder, head home I never made any friends in this I’m not bitter, it’s just part of what the business is And the pay is good, but the path is hard But enough of that, type another mission in the log Now I’m back no ticker tape or hand clap Just another chap in a jet pack Float to my pad; no messages But I don’t get mad I expected this See I’m a man of many long obsessive lists That never get checked, just shredded to bits And when the sedative kicks in, I’m headed to sleep Pass out to the countdown I launch in a week 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1