Song parody of
Shredded Panorama
by Nigel Ayers
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He nodded
This is why you guys had to come here
To watch some fragments of the tapes
We clipped them
We were going to see one hundred and seventy-four minutes
Of the material that had been shredded
That's what we enhanced
Taped together to form a panorama
The muddy tape had weighed one hundred and thirty-five pounds
It's shot from inside the machine
Of course
When viewed from inside the machine
The yellow markers lose resolution
Of the ninety-five dots on the screen
Sixty were green the rest were red
And strips of green-and-red neon lights
Flashed in a tight grid sodden with water
She examined the murky images
And sighed as she picked up one of the metal strips
Out of a lever on a geared mechanism made up of little dots
The resolution was too poor
To give us a coherent swirl
Of ten thousand pixels
She watched the knots of dark curly hair
Attached to the large wheel
That carried the strip of metal
Look this one has a whole string of markings
But the one that was on the bottom
Only has a thin film of loose dust on it
When we blow up the images on the tape
They get blurry
Now those things have vanished into the oily water
He nodded
This is why you guys had to come here
To watch some fragments of the tapes
We clipped them
We were going to see one hundred and seventy-four minutes
Of the material that had been shredded
That's what we enhanced
Taped together to form a panorama
The muddy tape had weighed one hundred and thirty-five pounds
It's shot from inside the machine
Of course
When viewed from inside the machine
The yellow markers lose resolution
Of the ninety-five dots on the screen
Sixty were green the rest were red
And strips of green-and-red neon lights
Flashed in a tight grid sodden with water
She examined the murky images
And sighed as she picked up one of the metal strips
Out of a lever on a geared mechanism made up of little dots
The resolution was too poor
To give us a coherent swirl
Of ten thousand pixels
She watched the knots of dark curly hair
Attached to the large wheel
That carried the strip of metal
Look this one has a whole string of markings
But the one that was on the bottom
Only has a thin film of loose dust on it
When we blow up the images on the tape
They get blurry
Now those things have vanished into the oily water
