In the last decade of the 20th century,
An event occurred in the lives and minds of a random few.
It was an event of magical momentum.
A building was erected,
To house a dream of many: 3-Dimensional sound.
For these people, who made sound their lives
This way a day of life changing quality
It was loud!
I need, I want, I will,
Pass it on
Pass it on
Pass it on.
Into the triangular parlour they went,
The music entered them, through their skin,
Into their blood, following their heartbeat.
The music became them and they became it.
Off they went following a dirt desert of sound,
They had to pass it on.
I need, I want, I will.
I need, I want, I will,
Pass it on
Pass it on
Pass it on.
The journey was not easy for them,
On their path there was an obstacle.
Down came the rain, and the H.R Giger crane,
It all tried to stop them.
However they found the will,
To find their way back home to pass it on.
I had a dream, I pass it on.
I had a dream, I pass it on.
