Stills - Mi-Sex

In the end there was nothing to speak of

Gravity was crushing both heart and mind

Tales of the future just couldn’t last

Silver suits flashing their metal cast

It’s all so casperian, friendly but evil

Everybody’s frightened, they just don’t understand

The meaning of all these shaking hands

Innuendo, power of your mind

Still people can be caused to stir

But not b y themselves

No, not by themselves —

Stills!

Printing black on white

Stills!

Freezing formless minds

Stills!

Spending time in voids

Stills!

Not making any noise

The days are passing, the nights they’re all gone

Life is everlasting dear John

Next stop paradise, on station number nine

Smoking their cigarettes, and drinking their wine

They all sleep so peaceful in their suburban ties

They all work during the day using telephone lines

And the population is on the increase in its very own way

Mum, dad and the children they go driving

I know you’ve seen them every Sunday morning there

They do the same tour they have done for nearly two thousand years

The lide to my life is off —

There’s sanskrit, prose, italic and print

The words appeared upon the wall

A message laid both bold and yet so small