Face To Face

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 leave
Was kind of hard to believe
cause there was not one around
This aint the planet of sound
This aint the planet of sound
This aint the planet of sound
This aint the planet of sound
I had a talented wine
That land o classical gas
And on the planet of glass
They sent me skipping through time
I got to somewhere renowned