CHORUS Let's mediumize, idiomize Turn up the sound of our visions Mediumize, idiomize My memories are as sharp as a bed of nails On which I lie down like a valorous fakir Each new day does nothing to rub out the previous days I want something virginal, read from a palm But at the moment I'm living in a time that The science-fiction novels that I read as a child Imagined full of mutant robots and Teleportation. It would have been astonishing... CHORUS I've thrown out the line and the hook and sinker Is the bait naive or the fish cunning? I apply myself but I panic when nothing bites I'm afraid of the insipidness of the future Throw myself far away, catapult myself Tear myself from the present and leave the imperfect I want an escape, for tomorrow to be a dream Like a Houdini of nightmares