Reformat

All nerve endings shut down.

Stiff lipped at the countdown.

All systems are go,

All systems are gough,

All systems are ghosts.

In a can,

In a cupboard,

In a submarine,

There's nothing left inside.

In a basket at the bottom of the guillotine

Is where the sailor died.

He never said a word

To the jury or the press

And when the ax-blade bit his neck,

"Set me free" is all he said.

In a pixel,

In a portrait,

In a T.V. screen

There's nothing left to hide.

Stitched each instant by the firing electron beam,

Let the camera man decide.

And he never said a word

To the jury or the press

When the on-air light turned red,

"Cut Away" is all he said.

When she opened it up,

She dropped her coffee cup,

And when the cup hit the ground

The whole damn house came stumbling down.

Good by my memory.

From this point on I'm unsettling.

In Brooklyn we stay home.