In the last decade of the 20th century
An event occurred in the lived 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 was 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 parlot they went,
The music entered them,
Through their skin,
Into their blood,
Following their heart beat
The music became them
And they became it
Off they went following a dirt desert path,
A brand new beginning for lovers 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 obstactle
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