In the last decade of the 20th century

An event occurred in the lived 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 was 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 parlot they went,

The music entered them,

Through their skin,

Into their blood,

Following their heart beat

The music became them

And they became it

Off they went following a dirt desert path,

A brand new beginning for lovers 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 obstactle

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