Fragment - Theatre Of Tragedy

Broken frames

Shattered glass

Like a monochrome film

The replaceable background

Flickers and dissolves

Out of control

There’s no sense, it’s all Volta, Ampère and Ohm

Earth to Moon, it’s the same as London-Rome

Out of focus, blurred image

As solid as a liquid monument

A second of life

The time-frame of '69

Technology, machinery, humanity

It’s all the same

There’s no sense, it’s all Volta, Ampère and Ohm

Earth to Moon, it’s the same as London-Rome

Time and age, what’s the difference

Based upon the same reference

Touch-and-go, who’s to know the random order

Contorted, distorted it doesn’t make any sense at all

A fragment, a segment — bits and pieces, bits and Hz

Angular, circular

It’s all the same

There’s no sense, it’s all Volta, Ampère and Ohm

Earth to Moon, it’s the same as London-Rome