text_original: The Homesteader WIND SWEPT and fire swept and swept with bitter rain, This was the world I came to when I came across the sea   Sun drenched and panting, a pregnant, waiting plain Calling out to humankind, calling out to me!
text_transcription: THE HOMESTEADER WIND SWEPT AND FIRE SWEPT AND SWEPT WITH BITTER RAIN THIS WAS THE WORLD I CAME TO WHEN I CAME ACROSS THE SEA SUN DRENCHED AND PANTING A PREGNANT WAITING PLAIN CALLING OUT TO HUMANKIND CALLING OUT TO ME
phonemes: ðə hˈoʊmstɛdɚ wˈɪnd swˈɛpt ænd fˈaɪɚ swˈɛpt ænd swˈɛpt wɪð bˈɪɾɚ ɹˈeɪn, ðɪs wʌzðə wˈɜːld aɪ kˈeɪm tə wɛn aɪ kˈeɪm əkɹˌɑːs ðə sˈiː sˈʌn dɹˈɛntʃt ænd pˈæntɪŋ, ɐ pɹˈɛɡnənt, wˈeɪɾɪŋ plˈeɪn kˈɔːlɪŋ ˈaʊt tə hjˈuːmɐŋkˌaɪnd, kˈɔːlɪŋ ˈaʊt tə mˌiː!