grw@fortune.UUCP (Glenn Wichman) (06/07/84)
* The Inventor Who Was Not Satisfied with Suburban Life For me the biggest dream came to true In a pink house feeling blue I sat, fat, happy, safe and bored Nothing more to struggle toward Getting here was all the fun The cold hard struggle now is done The sky is blue, the grass is green The air is way too clear I think I'll build a time machine I must get out of here. The commander speaks out in Old Norse The Viking warship alters course I sail with nordic pillagers Surprised the hapless villagers The Viking Glories in my head Were lost on faces of the dead As the last old farmer died The Vikings gave a cheer I am feeling sick inside I must get out of here. The Cuban freedom fighters speak It is Cuba's good we seek If some must die in Freedom's birth Destiny shows what it's worth Brother killing brother face to face A new dictator takes the old one's place All we gave this nation is someone new to fear I fear retaliation I must get out of here. Mars Hill abuzz with Attic Greek I think I'll stop and take a peek I sat and talked philosophies With those who follow Socrates I followed him among the best Until the day of his arrest The Greeks and their democracy Are not what they appear Before they get around to me I must get out of here. Harsh words in Aramaic came To those who serve God just in name I follow to Jerusalem I sing His song along with them I saw the price that Jesus paid I saw the night He was betrayed They took Him to be crucified I watch the people jeer I could not watch Him as He died I must get out of here. For me the biggest dream came to true In a way I never knew Through ages past adventure came I found them all to be the same Each days glory, each days sin My new adventure lies within My time machine will turn to rust His Spirit draws me near My body fades away to dust I must be out of here. -Glenn