Do you ever think about just chucking your gear into the back of a spaceship and flying off somewhere new? Well that's clearly what was in my head this morning when I penned this somewhat 'whimsical' number. I suppose if I was to be poncy about it, I'd say it's a juxtaposition between the wonders of space travel and the banality of most other forms of travel. Or just a daft little ditty I threw together whilst watching Andrew Marr; you be the judge. If nothing else, today I learned that the plural of nebula is nebulae. Every day's a school day.
I'm quickly discovering that the writing is the easy part. Putting together a demo version that I'm willing to share with the world, however, is hard work. I was half way through making the first one today only to find it was in a key that called upon my falsetto (read: strangled cat) voice, so I had to drop it down a bit and start over. That said, it was a great exercise in perseverance, as this is the kind of song that would normally get forgotten about in a notebook somewhere. Whilst it's not going to win a Brit Award, I'm glad I saw it through.
Two songs from two rather long days. Only 12 more to go - let's see how much I can cram in after work in the evenings.
Let's go to Space
Strap me to a great big rocket,
And blast me off.
No need for a passport in my pocket,
There's no borders in the sky above.
Light years for our interstellar travel,
I hope you brought a magazine.
Way out where the milky way unravels
Like the bubbles in a washing machine.
Let's leave this place,
Let's go to space,
Let's set up on our own among the stars
And the galaxies and the nebulae and the black holes.
So pack your bags,
And bring a flag,
To plant into a world that we'll call ours,
Among the asteroids and the satellites and the probes.
Touch down on a sleepy little planet,
With oceans the colour of wine.
We'll build a house with a garden to inhabit,
Just like the one we left behind.
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