Strange Fascination by Alex Blum and the Roadside Quartet

Look out of the crib…World’s spinning ‘round and ‘round
Atoms being split…We’re standing up off the ground
Nature versus nurture…Running down the science
But we’re just poking it with sticks
We’re running back and forth
All the signs are there
Looks just like fishes in a stream
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Tell me, tell me, yeah
Can you see it too?
Woah…yeah, it’s a strange fascination
Woah…yeah, it’s a strange fascination

It’s a harsh white light…Florescent buzzing nose bleed
Walking on two legs…Crawling out of the swamp to feed
Plugging in the numbers…Playing with the math
Tinkling the test tubes…changing out the batch
Cataloguing zeros and ones
Arbitrary deadlines
Are we the rodents in a cage?
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Tell me, tell me, yeah
Can you see it too?
Woah…yeah, it’s a strange fascination
Woah…yeah, it’s a strange fascination


Looking up from the crib…Tell me what you see
Are you just a kid…Or am I looking up at me
Look at all the fishtails waving
Take a sample of this life
There’s a splashy, glitter in the stream
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Tell me, tell me, yeah
Can you see it too?
Woah…yeah, it’s a strange fascination
Woah…yeah, it’s a strange fascination

Written by Patrick Storedahl
(c) 2022 Porksword Publishing

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