Draft of first two sections... --- There's no way out of here that I can see. There's no need to fight in here. Nobody wins. Why do you want it so bad?

Jam

Draft of first two sections... --- There's no way out of here that I can see. There's no need to fight in here. Nobody wins. Why do you want it so bad?

Flying cars, robot maids The promises science fiction made Bases on the moon, vacation on Mars I don't think we'll reach the stars Is the human race almost through? I long for tomorrows we never knew Mark Cook-Warr guitar

Warming up the recording tubes for RPM

Draft of first two sections... --- There's no way out of here that I can see. There's no need to fight in here. Nobody wins. Why do you want it so bad?

Draft of first two sections... --- There's no way out of here that I can see. There's no need to fight in here. Nobody wins. Why do you want it so bad?

Draft of first two sections... --- There's no way out of here that I can see. There's no need to fight in here. Nobody wins. Why do you want it so bad?

A blasphemously reverent prayer to the Goddess of Sacred Uproar. Lyrics are here: http://bit.ly/OurPrayer The song is the musical rendition of a piece from my book, "PRONOIA Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring…