Non-linear Time Vs. Misshapen Space Lyrics

I saw you on the message boards in 1983
You were all about the dragon me to dungeon rpgs
And then again in '70, in a discount disco store
I was polishing the mirrors as you sauntered past the door

There was the time in Britain, in 1662
Neither of us were royal and the ghosts weren't see-through
I think the time in America, in the wild, Wild West:
The lassos were for parlor tricks and your hairstyle was impressive

So what's your name?
So what's your name?

Oh, 3032, what a fancy, fancy year
Asymmetry and symmetry wanted to have a beer
You made your friends come talk to me and quiz me in a poll
Like freelancers back in the aughts would nibble on payroll

The library in 1951 was such a sight
The beams of vaulted ceilings, courtesy of F. Lloyd Wright We both agreed that 'understudy' was better that 'disciple'
Our pencils on big blueprints as the moon was being tidal

So what's your name?
So what's your name?

At some point in the '90s, before cigarettes were banned
The shag carpet of studios would touch our feet like sand
You argued that the last thing that we needed was a verse
That two was good but three would make attention spans go hearse

Those songs would end up buried in a vault outside Palm Springs
And never see the light of day, at polite requests of Flea
And scanners for policemen, next to old dot matrices
Would pile up to heaven as we shot another breeze

So what's your name?
So what's your name?

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