And crawling on the planet’s face
Some insects called the human race
Lost in time, and lost in space
And meaning
'Cause I’ve seen blue skies, through the tears in my eyes,
And I realise, I’m going home.
We want the finest wines available to humanity! We want them here and we want them now!
We’re all living like there’s no tomorrow
The way things are going, that’s probably true
Greetings, my friend. We are all interested in the future, for that is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives. And remember my friend, future events such as these will affect you in the future. You are interested in the unknown… the mysterious. The unexplainable. That is why you are here. And now, for the first time, we are bringing to you, the full story of what happened on that fateful day. We are bringing you all the evidence, based only on the secret testimony, of the miserable souls, who survived this terrifying ordeal. The incidents, the places. My friend, we cannot keep this a secret any longer. Let us punish the guilty. Let us reward the innocent. My friend, can your heart stand the shocking facts of grave robbers from outer space?
From the day he was born
NOT THE NIGHT, BUT THE DAY
He was trouble
NOT MONOPOLY, BUT TROUBLE
He was the thorn
NOT THE ROSE, BUT THE THORN
In his mother’s side
NOT THE BACK, BUT THE SIDE
She tried in vain
NOT THE ARTERY, BUT THE VEIN
But he never caused her nothing but pain
He left home the day she died
Swan. He has no other name. His past is a mystery, but his work is already a legend. He wrote and produced his first gold record at 14. In the years since then, he has won so many others, that he once tried to deposit them in Fort Knox.
He brought the blues to Britain. He brought Liverpool to America. He brought folk and rock together. His band, the Juicy Fruits, single-handedly gave birth to the nostalgia wave of the '70s. Now he is looking for the new sound of the spheres, to inaugurate his own Xanadu, his own Disneyland: the Paradise, the ultimate rock palace.
This film is the story of that search, of that sound, of the man who made it, the girl who sang it … and the monster who stole it.