In the last decade of the 20th century,
an event occured in the lives and minds of a random few.
It was an event of magical momentum.
A building was erected,
to house a dream of many: 3-Dimensional sound.
For these people, who made sound their lives,
this way a day of life changing quality.
It was loud!

I need, I want, I will,
Pass it on
Pass it on
Pass it on.

Into the triangular parlor they went,
the music entered them, through their skin,
into their blood, following their heart beat.
The music became them and they beacme it.
Off they went following a dirt desert of sound,
they had to pass it on.

I need, I want, I will.
I need, I want, I will,
Pass it on
Pass it on
Pass it on.

The 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 on.
I had a dream, I pass it on.
I had a dream, I pass it on.