two guys sitting on a sidewalk, talking about how things used to be before they came. to be here in the morning, to be here in the evening, all day. to follow the lights, to follow the path, before they came. but when it comes around she turns and says "spaceship or no spaceship, i don't want to get next to that." and then she stops. and she says...					third story - broken windows, electric acoustic unplugged, final re-engineer august 2000 - 2liar or black:not:green... no contest. no meaning. no reason. spoken word - albino vocals - roger, tim d acoustic guitar - tim d drums - sam b double bass - simon rushbrooke samples and programming - albino