Lyric:
ANTENNAE FIELDS IN AUTUMN Oct. 14/85 Karl Rigelhof

Antennae fields
Do not yield/
What crops do they yield
Harvesting the air

(The) autumn collage
Enraged by/with/in the sunset
(Goes/ing out)/(burns up) in a blaze of colour(s)/glory/
Goes out with a bang

The earth has swallowed the sun
Another day is done
Another one
Begun
Has now come to an end
But it will be back again
Tomorrow
The night is falling
The wind/stars is/are calling
Out my/(y)our name(s)

We greet the rising of the red dawn
The moon hangs low (and) the stars are all gone/
With(out) the/a sprinkling/sparkling of/on the star lawn
Red sky at/in (the) morning
We/you had/'d better take warning
It may/'s (gonna) be (one hell of) a (bad/good) day

Radar dishes
(A) culinary delight
Soaking up the night

Telecommunications
From station to station
The signal/message transmitted
Is coming through
Loud and clear

Fall into winter
Spring into summer
The seasons change

Technology/ical advance(ment)(s)
(Lead(s) to) moral(ity) decay(s)/
(Im)mortality regresses/ion/collapses
The sociological impact/
Suppressing/surpassing the boundaries of time
Means more time to play