rave
punk
techno
breakbeat
prodigy
moby
political
eels
ultrasonic
anarchist
crass
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Story behind the song
This is my tribute to "the worst film director in the world"; yeah, his films sucked, but you've got to admire his relentless passion to be creative and his ingenuity in getting his films made.
Lyrics
I have a vision baby, I have a dream
I see a new world made of card and plastecine
I see space ships complete with child-proof caps
I see tin-foil dubloons and tea-stained treasure maps
Backdrops of stars, the planet Mars, hanging there in space
All held up with wires and reams of sticky tape
And from this tub of water, rise monsters from the deep
It's the magic of the movies, suspend your disbelief
Dreamers, schemers, losers - these people are my friends
Each plays their part with all their heart, we're in it till the end
We're all telling stories, we're all chasing dreams
In our heads, we're winners: one day the world will see
Guess there's no escape from the drive to create
We have to make our mark, we have to alter this state
You can mock and titter at these efforts of mine
But I don't really mind cos at least I'm tryin'