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In the beginning
They said it was as big as a washing machine
With a big blue star on it. Lots of lines, lots of angles
In the beginning that machine fell where your great great great grandmothers would then build their golf club, but you can't remember that
In the beginning that fall didn't do any damage, you know?
Well, back then that crush couldn't harm anyone really
Even if it crashed hard and loud
There was no fire
There was no sound
Only a big grey cloud of dust
Nobody saw or heard anything
Back then we couldn't see or hear or even breathe
The story of the falling machine became then an old chant your great great great grandmother taught us
More or less it goes like this

In the beginning there was no air
We weren't there
That big grey cloud of dust that grew for days, well
A silent fanfare
In the beginning there was no sound
Grey slopes, caved mounds
And that little thing that crawled out without a scratch, hell
Had us spellbound

Well, many of them actually. "Hundreds and hundreds" they taught us
And they crawled together, they ate together, they ate each other
Until their hunger devoured the horizon
At the end of the beginning they became the horizon
When your great great great grandparents first touched the ground, they didn't notice anything special
After all, we had been there only once, ages ago and no one remembers much about it
Long story short we really don't know how it all started
Anyways, in the beginning when your great great great grandparents arrived, a silver smooth surface covered their entire view
The machine that crashed was still there. It looked like an altar. Still as big as a washing machine.

And then the surface started to breathe
Those creatures swallowed your great great great grandparents
They swallowed them through their mouths as big as craters
Inside their bodies there was air and water and plenty of living excrement
You might feel horrified by the idea
But they said that it was the moment we found our place
And your great great great grandmother used to sing:

It's been a very long time since something ate us
A long long time since something ate us
A very long time since something ate us
A long long time since something ate us

And it felt good, it felt safe
Those beasts didn't do it on purpose of course
We became part of their life-preserving routine
We were part of their biological process, without the need to be swiftly decomposed for their survival
We never understood why there was no catastrophe
We needed a catastrophe
We always do
Your great great great grandparents had no clue inside of those enormous beings; as they witnessed their own lives simply moving on in linear, unspectacular mediocrity, meaningful interpretations became obsolete
We might blatantly say they just accepted being shit
They had time to sing

It's been a very long time since something ate us
A long long time since something ate us
A very long time since something ate us
A long long time since something ate us
It's been a very long time since something ate us
A long long time since something ate us
A very very long time something ate us
And hell, it just feels great

And inside those indifferent giants the old generations indifferently thrived
There came the bars, the dance clubs, the golf clubs, the swinger clubs, the moon clubs
Our clubs floated with their matter and we wanted to homage those creatures
We really wanted them to acknowledge our presence
We're here! Hear us clubbing and thank you!
Their enormous indifference towards what was inside them made us think they possessed a superior form of Kindness: godly, other-wordly
We thought they were gentle
We thought they were smiling at us

But they wouldn't care
'Cause they couldn't care, oh
They couldn't care
'Cause they wouldn't care, yeah

It's been a very very long time since something ate us, we should say that
The last time must have been at least 3000 years ago, maybe a little longer, maybe a Little shorter