Efficient, logical, effective and practical.
Using all resources to the best of our ablity.
Changing, designing, adapting our mentalities.
Improving our ability for a better way of life.

Baby. Mother. Hospital. [Sinner. Preacher. Judgement.] Butcher.
Engineer.

These are the little children, the future in our hands,
When all Gods children on this earth inherit all our lands.
These are the lies they tell us; but this is the only way,
When all Gods children on the Earth [were never born the same]

Baby. Mother. Hospital. [Sinner. Preacher. Judgement.] Butcher.
Engineer.

These are the little children, the future's in their hands,
When all Gods children on this earth inherit all our plans.
These are the lies they tell us; the future's good as sold,
But all the things we do right now we really must be told.

A B C 1 2 3

Robotics, a science
Tried in some factories
Functions and adaptibility
It's own terminology
Auto-industry production
Economic development
Engineering technology
Robotics, a science
Frankenstein's monster

I've got a telegraph in my hand
Words on paper written in sand
We've got telegraph (we've got telegraph)
Right across this land (all across this land)
It doesn't mean damn thing, don't understand
But who needs telegraph anyway

I've got a telegraph (I've got a telegraph)
In my hand (in my hand)
Words on paper (words on paper)
Written in sand (written in sand)

We've got telegraph (we've got telegraph)
Right across this land (all across this land)
Doesn't mean a damn thing (doesn't mean a thing)
Don't understand (never understand)

God's got a telegraph on his side (on his side)
It makes him powerful give him pride (gives him pride) Even in America
(God bless America) [In this land (understand)]
A very long telegraph (a very long telegraph)
Hand in hand (hand in hand).

Music for your tape recorder
I hope you will enjoy it
This is Helena, this is Helena
This is Helena, your M.C. today

"The youth ani-imperialist tribune was also addressed by a yong girl from Nicaragua whose hands had been cut off at the wrists by the former Somoza Guard. Veronica Merkow of the German Democratic Republic had this to say..."

Aber ich habe eine Ausbildung gemacht
ak Industrie Kaufmann und...
I’m a shop assistant at the...
and I must say I’m a shop assistant by profession,
but it is difficult for....

Now and then a little thing gets by
Now and then we'll cry

Like a fall in a war
Like a mother’s open arms
Like a pawn in a game
Hard to take
There we sit on a line
Wasting fortune at a time
And play

All the time we are gone
There’s no reasons, there’s no way
Oh the soul is the one so they say
There we sit on a line
Wasting fortunes at a time
and play
She never thought he’d be this way
Her arms aloft she holds
But now it’s all a memory
And it’s gone

[Instumental]

See these arms that were broken
How they held you so
Never once did they fail you
They won’t let you go

We’re just waiting looking skyward
As the days come down
Someone promised there’d be answers
If we stayed around

Over decades now this romance
has sustained us all
Never questioned only giving
What it made us for

God only knows; this isn't heaven.
The promises made, he never keeps them.
We're walking on air, we're taking our time,
But God only knows; this isn't reason or rhyme.

I’ve had this feeling
I don’t believe in
It’s happened before
I just reject it

We’re walking on air
We’re taking our time
But God only knows
This isn’t reason or rhyme

These are the feelings
I know their outcome
It’s useless pretending
I’d like to beat them

We’re walking on air
We’re taking our time
But God only knows
This isn’t reason or rhyme
We’re walking on air
We’re taking our time (this time)
But God only knows
This isn’t reason or rhyme

We’re walking on air

>From the transmitter, to the receiver
Across the ether, out of your speaker.

(Chorus)
Radio Waves alive, radio waves alive.
Machines are living too; working for me and you.

>From the transmitter, to the receiver,
Across the ether, out of your speaker.

To the Baltic fleet and the Atlantic fleet,
Faster than the breeze, over stormy seas.

(Chorus) (2x)

Through the [...] to Albania Over [...], under Moscow [...]

To the Warsaw Pact and the NATO pact,
Down this cul-de-sac, never turning back.

(Chorus)

To [wonder] of everything we've made; the times it's worked before.
Of all the things we've said; the times they've worked before today.
To [wonder] of everything we've made; the times it's worked before.
Of all the things we've said; it always worked before today.