Try to flip the screen and show me just what you see
Rio, pave the streets with gold, still rivers run red
Yesterday, I woke up and made a cup of tea
Try to flip the screen to wake me up out of bed
Of course, you can't do the impossible but try
For God's sake to think what it will mean when we can
Lift the seat, the lid is not so heavy to pry
Impossible now but who knows when a new plan
Presents a blueprint, an idea for a patent
Try to flip the screen, just reach in and pull it out
Hand me a spoon, sleep until it falls, discontent
Everyone dreams but God who wakes up with a shout
Silence, the last star burns out, darkness reigns supreme
Cold, the universe contracts, creates a new scheme
Remember Rio, your glasses see with fresh eyes
Each image captured by a photographic lens
Everywhere these eyes offer insight unlike spies
Now to flip the screen, sleep from our eyes we must cleanse
As the universe contracts, all within a quark
No one imagines dark energy sets the spark
Difficult to say but easy to speculate
Speculum mirrors language as sounds oscillate
Hidden within truth, the black box at the bottom
Of the universe, where in God's name might that be
Where the sun don't shine, so far deep under the sea
Manifest in foam, Salut! Here lies God's scrotum
Entertain artists, hobby horses paint surreal
Justifications for science, watch as oils peal
Understanding art, science, technology ... words
Sucker punch knowledge from behind, back of the head
Try to flip the screen, Rio, cameras unlike birds
Work to show the world, multiple views now instead
Hovering above, pigeons lurk in viaducts
As we pass below, sidewalk strewn, does it matter
Try to flip the screen, the information instructs
Yellow to appear as daffodils, yolk, batter
Only imagine Dali, Duchamp, Magritte, play
Until the devil sleeps at dawn, fuck with Old Nick
Send the transmission via live wire, there's no fee
Enter the future, step by step, approach the day
Engage an artist, different vision, that's the trick
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