Count Zero - Out There lyrics

Where's my quill? Where's my satchel bag? Make haste! Clouds are soon to eat the moon! Heavens! How will I write? A star just bloomed and sent my muse a tune. Curse this broken quill! When will the stars send us ships full of gifts? They've room for us all With wheels and wings of fire they'll save us from ourselves Quick, it's hell down here Out there---is at the light only the Silent see. Out there---is always where you can never be. Boot my pager up and read the ads: ‘Secretaries, too, can Meet the Sun!' ‘Son of Man Seeks La**' Press return and punch the pa**word in locked on log-on, the signal's jammed Users keep clogging lines. there's space for us all past where we've gone where we shall overflow, overthrow, and outgrow Out there---is that light only the Silent see Out there---is always where you can never be Out there---is so designed to let your mind go free Out there---is always where you can never be out there is: Paradise, not parasites Holidays, not squalid days Out there, no proselytizing Pharisee will dowse your works in kerosene to sterilize your heresy. Out there, no one imagines God's complaints, and thus commands that sacred paints be used to clothe your naked saints. Out there---is that light only the Silent see Out there---is always where you can never be Out there---if so inclined you'll let your mind go free Out there---is always where you can never be