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
