作曲 : Daturah
We are the hollow men.
We are the stuffed men,
leaning together at peace filled with straw.
Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless as wind in dried grass,
(Oh, he's out there.)
or a rat's foot over broken glass in a dry cellar.
(He's really out there.)
Shape without form, shape without color,
paralyzed force, gesture without motion
Do you know what the man is saying? Do you?
This is dialectics. It's very simple dialectics.
One through nine, no maybes, no supposes, no fractions.
You can't travel in space,
you can't go out into space,
you know, without, like, you know, with fractions...
What are you going to land on, one quarter, three-eighths...
What are you going to do when you go from here to Venus or something?
That's dialectic physics, okay?
Dialectic logic is, there's only love and hate,
you either love somebody or you hate them