Playing with electronic voices, poetry, and party horns.
Story behind the song
Well, I like words. I like poems. I like noise. Shake it all together and you have aardvark implications. Uh, AI, right.
Lyrics
What we watch, What we see,
What we want, and what will be.
I need to write six clever poems,
Just, seven dwarves, in seven homes.
Six hobbit holes, for garden gnomes,
Where Sleeping Beauty's, prone to roam.
and what will be.
What we watch, What we see,
What we want, and what will be.
what will be.
Yes, all roads lead, to where she roams,
Some Coliseum, near my home,
And can't you see, them garden gnomes,
Dance in meter, with my poem!
and what will be.
What we watch, What we see,
What we want, and what will be.
what will be.
It doesn't have, to mean a thing,
Just words I've heard, and want to sing,
Like fellowship, around the ring,
A boxer's round, of circling.
Mix and mold, the mystic mud!
Chew like cows, that chew the cud!
What we watch, What we see,
What we want, and what will be.
what will be.