I've bought myself a barbecue With charcoal that you light; I'm going to stink my neighbours out On every summer's night. I'm going to turn the gardens blue With choking greasy smoke,
Encapsulated in the ticking hum of this sealed sarcophagus, Lonely as the nether darkness folding in on Time; Ringed by the crystal deep, Ordained to wake, to sleep, And gaze .....
Time Traveller, Time Traveller, where do you fly? "From the cities of the future in the silver sky; Farther than the farthest star, yet nearer than today -
