Cyberspace - the last frontier
An anorak too far
Gongs all round for techno-troops
HTTP - and bar
Log-on, log-off. 'Hit' after hit
And what a trip its been
In 40 years. The King is dead
God save our noble screen
But click-return to where we were
The Cocteau Twins? Correct.
And gigging on the Internet
Is what you can expect.
From kids who gave us "Fluffy Tufts"
Do titles like "High Monkey-Monk"
Seem as mature somehow?
Then farewell to the concert hall
And earthly touring game
For 'loading up' read 'loading down'
The gigs won't be the same
A roadie by another name
Could not hope to compete
For though the Net's no substitute
It smells a deal more sweet.Reuse content