Love-Lore 4

[Part I]

[Verse 1]

Oscillations, oscillations

Electronic evocations of sound's reality

Spinning, magnetic fluctuations

Waves of wave configurations

That dance between the poles of sound

And bind my world to soul

[Verse 2]

I walk the streets of moment

Head down to the ground

Cars are stars remotely far

My only world is sound

Passersby are worlds that fly

Far from the dance of time

Time whirls round from pole to pole

And swirls within the sound

[Chorus]

We are the robots

We are the robots

We are the robots

We are the robots

[Part II]

[Interlude]

Space, taking a space walk

Space, taking a space…

[Part III]

[Verse 3]

Wanna be the ruler of the galaxy

Wanna be the king of the universe

Let's meet and have a baby now!

Wanna be the captain of the Enterprise

Wanna be the king of the Zulus

Let's meet and have a baby now!

[Verse 4]

O astronauta ao menos

Viu que a Terra é toda azul, amor

Isso é bom saber

Porque é bom morar no azul, amor

Mas você, sei lá

Você é uma mulher, sim

Você é linda porque é

[Part IV]

[Spoken Segue]

A secret question hovers over us, a sense of disappointment, a broken promise we were given as children. I am referring not to the standard false promises that children are always given (about how the world is fair, or how those who work hard shall be rewarded), but to a particular generational promise—given to those who were children in the fifties, sixties, seventies, or eighties—one that was never quite articulated as a promise but rather as a set of assumptions about what our adult world was supposed to be like. And since it was never quite promised, now that it has failed to come true, we’re left confused: indignant, but at the same time, embarrassed at our own indignation, ashamed we were ever so silly to believe our elders to begin with. Where, in short, are the flying cars?

[Verse 5]

Meet George Jetson

His boy, Elroy

Daughter Judy

Jane, his wife

[Part V]

[Verse 6]

Onde quer que você esteja

Em Marte ou Eldorado

Abra a janela e veja

O pulsar quase mudo

E o oco escuro esquece

[Outro]

(Onde quer que você esteja

Em Marte ou Eldorado

Abra a janela e veja

O pulsar quase mudo

Abraço de anos-luz

Que nenhum sol aquece

E o oco escuro esquece)