Sencillo / Pista
Okay, it was a hundred years ago today that
Claude Debussy taught the band how to play
Now we don't want this to sound too much
Like some kind of PBS educational film
So imagine that Claude, for the sake of argument
Is played today by Brad Pitt or Bart Simpson
Keep that in your mind
This man called Claude is the hero of our story
And it's a story about ideas
Ideas, the most beautiful and threatening thing in the world
Where do they come from? Where do they go?
What you can hear now is the sound of an idea in the embryo
This is the sound of something about to be born
Any minute now, for the sake of you
The people who put the A into Chicago
Art of Noise, born again
The time is reaching forward to the break of the dawn
My heart is waiting for you, beating time 'til you come
I'm waiting every hour
I'm waiting every day
I'm waiting to see you
I'm waiting to feel you
I'm waiting to hear you
I'm waiting to love you
I'm waiting to see you
I'm waiting to feel you
I'm waiting to hear you
I'm waiting to love you
So where do ideas come from?
Thank you for asking that question, it's a good first question
They come from in here
But how do they get in here?
For Claude Debussy, the hero of our story
I guess they came in here because of water
He loved water
In fact, he was particularly fond of scuba diving
And he had a favorite resort in the
South of France that he liked to go to
And he ordered his equipment from www.scuba.com
And when he got to the south of France he would go
Under the surface of the water looking for these ideas
And he would go deeper and deeper, deeper into the dark
Looking for these ideas that would be so important out there
Deeper and deeper into the dark
And these ideas would come
And he would hold onto them for dear life
And then he would turn back towards the surface
And he would head higher and higher up towards the surface
Up higher and higher, holding onto these ideas that would
Only make sense if he could just break through that surface
Higher and higher
And then he would head higher and higher up, up towards the light
Higher and higher
And then he would burst through the
Surface of the sea with these ideas
Out into the open air
The moon on a Sunday
On a Sunday at dawn
The moon on a Sunday
On a Sunday at dawn