I was reading a science fiction story from 1972.
These guys were trying to build two armies of simulacra
To fight the civil war anew.
You could bet on the outcome-who's gonna win at Bull Run?
Now I'm sitting on the porch in the setting sun,
Listening to the fife and drum—
That time-distant fife and drum.
I heard of a guy in Switzerland, jumps out of a plane,
With wings and rockets strapped to his back.
If at first you don't succeed, try again.
He flies through the air for five minutes or more,
Over valleys and lakes like a bird.
I'm climbing high on an alpine trail, up above Lake Lucerne,
Yeah but he's flying over Lake Lucerne.
Anything you can think of. Life's a big—what if?
What if the voice of the ghost of Florence Foster Jenkins
Cracked the arctic ice to bits?
I heard of a guy from Montreal, didn't have a lot to his name,
Except a giant red paper clip. He started making some trades.
He traded this for that and that for this.
In a year he had a house and wedded bliss.
Now he's sitting on his porch thinking—what the heck?
And wondering what comes next.
Yeah he's a-wondering what comes next.
Anything you can think of. Life's a big—what if?
What if the universe unfolds exactly as it should,
You just have to pick a vision and live?
Now we're living in the world that was in 1972.
That guy had a good imagination, but he didn't really have a clue.
There could be billions of creations, ten dimensions in a string.
The future's gonna be stranger than we can think.
I'll sit on my porch and have another drink,
Plucking on my guitar strings—
My six-dimensional guitar strings.
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