The greatest record ever in the history of pop music
was never mixed or mastered because the producer died
And the engineers all walked out and took their microphones and preamps with them
The studio boarded up the control room and removed all the sound treatments
All that was left was the artist with his notepaper and pencil
And a backup choir made up of his best friends who moved in from all over the country to sing on the greatest record ever in the history of pop music
And all that was left was the artist and tell me what can you do with an artist?
You can dig up some holes and throw yourself in him, fly up to the clouds and try to forget him but you will never, ever make the greatest record ever, never no no no no no no