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 momentumA 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 loudI need I want I will
Pass it on, pass it on, pass it onInto 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 itOff 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 willI need I want I will
Pass it on, pass it on, pass it onThe journey was not easy for them
On their path there was an obstacle
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 onI had a dream, I pass it on
I had a dream, I pass it on