<![CDATA[<a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/eu91lRm9zKU" target="_blank" class="new_win">http://www.youtube.com/v/eu91lRm9zKU</a>]]>Another sleepless night. Open my email and find a recent addition of the Walter Becker newsletter, a fan publication put out by Walter Becker's estate. Plundering around on the website, I found this gem, which is right on time and custom-made for doom fans.
Boom Baby
Walter Becker and Larry Klein
© 2005/2019 Zeon Music LLC, Strange Cargo/Downtown Music
Three half-wise professors co-ed wives in tow
Putting up the sled now to the flatlands we must go
Searching for salvation following that star
Cross the purple plains of fair Amerika
Down in that golden ghetto Cal-i-forn-i-ay
These are the toxic suburbs that once was San Jose
Must be almost there now, can’t be very far
Which way to the lost Messiah our reluctant avatar?
Boom baby boom baby where are you?
The whole round world’s turned black and blue
Wake up tomorrow what you gonna do
Laugh baby cry baby boom baby where are you?
(Boom baby where are you?
The whole round world’s gone black and blue
Wake up tomorrow what you gonna do
Laugh baby cry baby where are you?)
Ah say can you see from miles away
Wading through the petrol slick at Half-Moon Bay
Ah so sorry that you can’t come out
And see for yourself what this brave new world is all about
Fanned out in concentric circles in dustbowl brown
The triple killzone running round the old agro town
Froze in fatal shades of biochemical surprise
Globally warmed-over for your unseeing eyes
Boom baby boom baby where are you?
The whole round world gone black and blue
Wake up tomorrow what you gonna do
Laugh baby cry baby boom baby where are you?
(Boom baby where are you
The whole round world gone black and blue
Wake up tomorrow what you gonna do
Laugh baby boom baby where are you?)
Wandr’in through the files down where the ugly truth was hid
Before that info shitstorm fractalized the entire grid
Sifting through the ruins, what’s it gonna be?
Intellectual deprivation, virtual unreality?
Holed up in the numbers the aborted d-base runs
Between the empty zeros and the lonely ones
Conspicuously absent, set off in silhouette
He must be here somewhere we just haven’t got to yet
Boom baby boom baby where are you
The whole round world gone black and blue
Wake up tomorrow what you gonna do
Laugh baby cry boom baby where are you?
(Boom baby where are you
The whole round world gone black and blue
Wake up tomorrow what you gonna do
Laugh baby boom baby where are you?)
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