A metaphorical mammalian melodrama in the land of the dinosaurs—a song of angst and despair, and of love and hope.  Followed, millions of years later, by the excited primate calls from the forest canopy.

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     [WHAT WILL THERE BE]

What will there be when our love is over
What will be left after everything’s said and done
When there’s no tomorrow
What will there be?
Pterodactyls perching on the powerlines
How can we puny mammals survive?
Tyrannosaurus mafia and brontosauran law
The scream of death for us from nine to five

What will there be when our love is over
What will be left after everything’s said and done
When there’s no tomorrow
What will there be?
Prehistoric Stockholm, the port of flesh and blood
Is not the sort of place for a love like ours
Extinction is awaiting us beyond the neon bend
We lie alone and die among the flowers
We hold each other in the morning dew
Outside the city of the proud
Our love is something they will never know
Oh, I love you so

What will there be when our love is over
What will be left after everything’s said and done
When there’s no tomorrow
What will there be?
Dinosaurs have given up believing in the sky
They assume that they will always rule the land
We lie alone together, staring at the stars
Knowing we may never understand, so

What will there be?
What will be left?

     [PRIMATE TO DINOSAUR]

Yay for me up in the tree, yay for me.
Boo for you down in the goo, boo for you.

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THANKS TO THE COLLABORATORS
Dan Bridston      	Vocal coach
Randall Michael Tobin  	Producer, engineer, musician. etc.
Basil Fung		Guitars
Recorded at Theta Sound Studio, Burbank  CA

PEACE
Steve

WHAT WILL THERE BE?      ©1990 by Stephen K. Sharp
PRIMATE TO DINOSAUR     ©1981 by Stephen K Sharp

WHAT WILL THERE BE / PRIMATE TO DINOSAUR

Steve Sharp