Old World I remember back when I was in the womb It felt like I was the first baby on the moon Blood cells were the stars and the placenta was the earth and I had amniotic fluid as my space food and I made all kinds of plans for when I got out the things I would do the things I’d talk about (when I learned to talk) and for when I learned to walk I planned the places I would go to like new Brunswick and the mall and the Toronto zoo. And from the uterus I planned out the world I would create I’d ride a scooter or a bus and I would go on dates And in the evenings I’d stay in and concentrate On drafting plans for my own benevolent state Yes I wanted to see that new world That big brown black green and blue world I was getting bored with the small old world I was in I wanted to make that new world My world would be a place where everyone would play saxophones But never soprano saxophones just tenors and baritones And once in a trumpet and a rusty old French horn Would play a solo and make us shake our little bones I was an ambitious little unborn child When the doctor did the ultrasound I winked and I smiled Then I just relaxed and laid back for a while I was patient cause that was kind of my style But to be honest I was looking forward to getting out of there And doing things like growing teeth and a bit of hair But I was also thinking that the whole birth thing was unfair Cause it would be over so quickly after so much time to prepare And then I was finally born into the disease of the world And so were thousands of other little boys and girls And we shook our little fists at the sky and cried and hurled our insults and our anger and took our flags and banners and unfurled them and they said: “Take us back to the old world! We don’t want this ugly new world! We were much happier back then, and we want back in, Take us back to the old world!”