grw@fortune.UUCP (Glenn Wichman) (06/07/84)
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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