Time Machine

Why take the time, why take the trouble
To find what lies beneath the rubble
It makes no sense to find what lies ahead
For by that time we all may well be dead.

Chorus
Take the time machine
And fly it even faster----
Passing all the times ahead
And even death when dead!
Far beyond the ultimate disaster
Let's take the time machine-----

There’s no space here, no endings, no beginnings
We simply keep on turning, faster, spinning
But straight ahead, a new world, bright and clear
Could this be heaven – rushing ever near?

Chorus
Take the time machine
And fly it even faster----
Passing all the times ahead
And even death when dead!
Far beyond the ultimate disaster
Let's take the time machine-----

This planet’s bare and not a land complete,
Signs lie on the ground - - -
On which these words are found
“Quiet please” and “Oxford Street”

Chorus
Take the time machine
And fly it even faster----
Passing all the times ahead
And even death when dead!
Far beyond the ultimate disaster
Let’s take the time machine -----

Take the time machine, take the time machine, take the time machine-------


Notes:
Chorus: ‘Ticking’ sound, rising in volume in the background before start of 1st line. Then repeat 1st line 4 times, rising in volume, to the same ‘ticking’ beat.
Extend ‘faster’ rising in scale ?
Brief 2 beat pause after ‘ahead’. Without ‘music’ (?) just beat/’space noise’ to hear the words.

The last line of the last verse: “Quiet please” and “Oxford Street” spoken clearly, with echoes following,
then fading, before rising to crescendo, to the last Chorus.


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