Sunday, June 17, 2007

The Science Of The Seasons - Russian Futurists

We stitched and sutured ill-fated futures,
Amassed the past in archaic computers
Come join the ranks in our data banks,
It's a life without thanks

Remember that night i drank and you cried?
And on your bed all night's where we lied
I stayed awake, you fell asleep
On tear soaked sheets

And we're so new and young like science
Full of ideas and naive defiance
We'll lose it all with each passing fall
As our wake up call

We'll stare straight up and wonder why the
Sky is blue; it reflects the sea
We'll all be sayin' "science explained
Our lives again"

And we're always sayin'
Science explained
Our lives again
That's the science of the seasons

We stitched and sutured ill-fated futures,
Amassed the past in archaic computers
Come join the ranks in our data banks,
It's a life without thanks

We'll travel countries and sit beneath palm trees
And feel the heat in a warm pastel breeze
Let's take a trip; let's go to spain
By all night train

Or across the sea in ocean liners
To opium dens in asia minor
We'll spend our days wasting our pay on
Wasting away

We'll stare straight up and wonder why the
Sky is blue; it reflects the sea
We'll all be sayin' "science explained
Our lives again"

And we're always sayin'
Science explained
Our lives again
That's the science of the seasons