It's '77 and you work for the corporation,
delivering nostalgia in translation,
Nouveau renewed for the disco era.
Someday you'll notice them use it evoking a moment that's nearer
to later, the 80s, the future,
when the end of the cold war's about to microcompute ya,
when your own adventure's chosen by you.
Some say mom'll quit smoking (those are liars).
Those are monsters from inverted places, they're bad for your health.
You just delivered a typeface and named it after yourself.
And they took it to outlines that aren't in the family.
Bulb of the G receiving a violent flattening
till its stress is ruined but its counter isn't.
Maybe back in the past you had a vision, Ed Besquiat.
Are you nostalgic for that?