Lyric sheets: The Cocteau Twins, playing live in cyberspace - science fact...

The E-mail Eunuch

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"

More-futurist-than-thou.

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.