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)