Paroles de Anna

Sitting at the Akai desk Splurge of creativity The dark-haired loopy voice Hither come from Germany Set off in my youthful mind New expanse of energy But please would you repeat the words For the sake of clarity Taking tools and making new forms Sending out those sounds newborn Anna – creativism's queen Anna – psychedelic dream Out of conversation She's running through her digimind Scoops up errant bars in turn And chops and twists and winds The modernist expression And the musique concrete A polyrhythmic siren We tracked her marks and stretched Faking rules and breaking tone laws Gold in the mouth of the Sun Anna – creativism's queen Anna – psychedelic dream Anna – psychedelic dream She's coming, she's coming She's coming round the mixer (x6)