Lyric sheets: The Cocteau Twins, playing live in cyberspace - science fact...
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Cyberspace - the last frontier
An anorak too far
Gongs all round for techno-troops
HTTP - and bar
Log-on, log-off. 'Hit' after hit
And what a trip its been
In 40 years. The King is dead
God save our noble screen
But click-return to where we were
The Cocteau Twins? Correct.
And gigging on the Internet
Is what you can expect.
From kids who gave us "Fluffy Tufts"
More-futurist-than-thou.
Do titles like "High Monkey-Monk"
Seem as mature somehow?
Then farewell to the concert hall
And earthly touring game
For 'loading up' read 'loading down'
The gigs won't be the same
A roadie by another name
Could not hope to compete
For though the Net's no substitute
It smells a deal more sweet.
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