Building Cities of Dirt And Clods To Revel In

Spacemen 3 - Performance (1988)

Reggie was exhausted. Pulling a plow of stone was hard work, sunup to sundown. His back ached, his thighs trembled, the enormous muscles of his neck chafed under the hard wood and leather yoke. But it was a good kind of tired, he concluded, looking back over the acres of field he had furrowed this day, his dark eyes unblinking as the earth slowly healed itself and all traces of his labor disappeared. Yes, Reggie thought, today was good but tomorrow would be even better.