This track is riddled with references to the work and ideas of Buckminster Fuller – geodesic domes in the shape of an icosahedron, “Dymaxion”, his polyphasic sleep schedule, and most strikingly, the title of the song, Call Me Trimtab, the text inscribed on his gravestone.
[Verse 1]
Hydra-headed thoughts
Are making my eyes cross
All these spheres, hypothetical
(Digital)
Geodesic domes, resembling chromosomes
I moved into a dymaxion
(Dwelling machine)
[Pre-Chorus]
And we keep inventing jobs
(And we keep on righting wrongs)
See us turning into stones
(Now they're all gone, the dos and don'ts)
[Chorus]
Not today, not today, not today
How I love to put it off
How I love to be taken care of
And weep
Venture into polyphasic sleep
Icosahedron
I don't need to rest
Have to do my best
Call me Trimtab
[Verse 2]
I'm a man of the future
Feed into my picture
All this timе, to configurate
(Draw figure eights)
Oh no, storm is coming
You'rе only becoming
[Pre-Chorus]
And we keep inventing jobs
(And we keep on righting wrongs)
See us turning into stones
(No one confronts the dos and don'ts)
[Chorus]
Not today, not today, not today
How I love to put it off
How I love to be taken care of
And weep
Venture into polyphasic sleep
Icosahedron
I don't need to rest
Have to do my best
Call me Trimtab
And we keep inventing jobs
(And we keep on righting wrongs)
I can do it too, but
[Chorus]
Not today, not today, not today
How I love to put it off
How I love to be taken care of
I'm set, if you could only take the first step
Icosahedron
I don't need to rest
Have to do my best
Call me Trimtab