text: and Curt Kirkwood]
  Okay
  Then there was some little, uh, I think that one phrasing thing
  Yeah
  Tried to fit the word in there and you say 
  Um, lets, lets save that one, lets do um...
  What?
  Shit
  Lets do "Plateau" first
  There he up and 
  Hey, hey funky bunch, can we try "Plateau" one more time?
  Well try with that funk beat?
  I was addicted to for a long time
  Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
  Some belong to strangers, and some to folks you know
  Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
  To beautify the foothills, and shake the many hands
  Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
  And an illustrated book about birds
  See a lot up there but dont be scared
  Who needs action when you got words?
  When youve finished with the mop, then you can stop
  And look at what youve done
  The plateaus clean, no dirt to be seen
  And the work, it was fun
  ]
  Theres nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
  And an illustrated book about birds
  You see a lot up there but dont be scared
  Who needs action when you got words?
  ]
  Many hands began to scan around for the next plateau
  Some say it was Greenland, and some say Mexico
  Others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood
  But those were all just guesses
  Wouldnt help you if they could
  Excuse me, can someone light that candle over there?
  My flowers have been knocked over. Could we have someone come set them back up?
  We spray some on the candles please