I. Four Point SixArchaean horizonThe first sunriseOn a pristine GaeaOpus perfectumSomewhere there, us sleeping[Spoken]"After sleeping through a hundred million centuriesWe have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planetSparkling with color, bountiful with lifeWithin decades we must close our eyes againIsn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our briefTime in the sun, to work at understanding the universeAnd how we have come to wake up in it?"II. LifeThe cosmic law of gravityPulled the newborns around a fireA careless, cold infinityIn every vast directionLonely farer in the Goldilocks zoneShe has a tale to tellFrom the stellar nursery into a carbon feastEnter LUCAThe tapestry of chemistryThere's a writing in the gardenLeading us to the mother of all[Chorus 1]We are oneWe are the universeForbears of what will be scions of the Devonian seaAeons pass, writing the tale of us allA day-to-day new openingFor the greatest show on EarthIon channelsWelcoming the outside world to the stuff of starsBedding the tree of a biological holyEnter lifeThe tapestry of chemistryThere's a writing in the gardenLeading us to the mother of all[Chorus 1]We are here to care for the gardenThe wonder of, birth of, every form most beautifulEvery form most beautiful[Chorus 1]III. The ToolmakerAfter a billion yearsThe show is still hereNot a single one of your fathers died youngThe handy travelers out of AfricaLittle Lucy of the AfarGave birth to fantasyTo idolatryTo self destructive weaponryEnter the god of gapsDeep within the pastAtavistic dread of the huntedEnter IoniaThe cradle of thoughtThe architecture of understandingThe human lust to feel so exceptionalTo rule the EarthHunger for shiny rocksFor giant mushroom cloudsThe will to do just as you'd be done byEnter historyThe grand finaleEnter ratkind[Chorus 2 (x3)]Man, he took his time in the sunHad a dream to understandA single grain of sandHe gave birth to poetryBut one day'll cease to beGreet the last light of the libraryWe were here! (x4)IV. The Understanding[Spoken]"We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here. We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?""There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one. And that whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved."V. Sea-Worn Driftwood[Instrumental]
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