Meher Baba M3 — текст песни (Pete Townshend)

(instrumental)

CROWD: We demand a universal Grid! We demand a universal Grid!
We demand a universal Grid! We demand a universal Grid!

Ray speaking into a tape recorder

RAY: ID - Ray High, Gridlife Chronicles. November the tenth, 1992. I`m working on my own in here, going over some old music I did in 1970. It`s got something, something special. I could really dream then. It ain`t such a bad dream either.

Walking to a club

RAY: I`ve been completely degraded by chasing publicity. Degraded! Yeah, I`ll never go back. I know too much. I know how it`s done. I can`t discover it all over again, make it seem new.

RASTUS: You`re great, Ray. You know that, man. Here, hold up. This is the place.

RAY: What? Can`t go in here. That bloody cow Ruth Streeting uses this club. She hates my guts.

RASTUS: It`s her job to hate your guts. She`s a journalist. It`s nothing personal. Oh sod it, I forgot, of course she won`t be here. She`s in the States. Oh c`mon, let`s go in anyway. We`ve got to get back in the mainstream sometime. Come on, you own shares in the place.

RAY: That cow wrote that I`m ugly.

RASTUS: Well, you are ugly.

RAY: I`m not.

RASTUS: Yes you are.

RAY: No, I`m not!

RASTUS: Well, you are, actually.

RAY: Oh bollocks. Oh, let`s go in.