Lletres: Pixies. Trompe Le Monde. Planet of Sound.

One fine day in my odd past
I picked me up a transmission
I turned the fission ignition
Went looking for the broadcaster

And when I first touched some ground
They simply told me to leave
Was kind of hard to believe
'Cause there was not one around

This ain't the planet sound
This ain't the planet sound
This ain't the planet sound
This ain't the planet sound

I had a talented wine
That land of classical gas
And on the planet of glass
They sent me skipping through time

I got to somewhere renowned
For it's canals and color of red
And lots of guys who shook their heads
Rhythmically to resound

This ain't the planet of sound
This ain't the planet of sound
This ain't the planet of sound
This ain't the planet of sound

This ain't no rock and roll town
This ain't no fuckin' around
This ain't no planet of sound

I met a guy in a rover
He said its one more over
It's just there where your bound

This ain't the planet of sound
This ain't the planet of sound
This ain't the planet of sound
This ain't the planet of sound
This ain't the planet of sound