All my life I've worked upon the reason for us being here, the universe and all that it can say, trying to solve the secret of the brain. Thirty years I've labored trying to find who might create a world that now would last, but the beast that's on its way is funny and it shows upon my face. And the music goes round my head, and I can't hear a thing you say, and my laugh, it goes to my brain, it's so funny the man is saying. Now the people tell me it's a piece of genius, but compared to their clamor it's a hill without a day, it's so funny they carry me away. And the music goes round my head, and I can't hear a thing you say, and my laugh, it goes to my brain, it's so funny the man is saying. And the music goes round my head, and I can't hear a thing you say, and my laugh, it goes to my brain, it's so funny the man is saying. www.mooji.org