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Into the vast serene,
where meteors go swimming through the sky—
in some absurd machine,
I’ll hurtle past new planets as I fly!
I’m gonna ride—I’m in the prime of my life.
I’m gonna glide, til it’s time to face the night.
Out past the asteroids,
I’ll tumble as I speed through space and time!
Maybe I’m paranoid,
but I’ll find some foreign creatures as I climb!
I’m gonna ride—I’m in the prime of my life.
I’m gonna glide, til it’s time to face the night.
I’m gonna ride—I’m in the prime of my life.
(Into the vast serene!)
I’m gonna glide, til it’s time to face the night.
(Into the vast serene!)
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There’s so much carbon in the air
that the world is darkenin with despair—
ain’t it disturbin that we don’t care
enough for curbin what we can’t bear?
The earth is warmin every day,
the future formin through the haze,
the oceans stormin in a craze—
and this new normal ain’t just a phase.
Well, we gotta get off the rock!
We gotta roll into the vast serene.
Hell, the planet is getting hot!
Gone are the glaciers from the Pleistocene.
Well, we gotta get off the rock, gotta get off the rock,
gotta get off the rock, gotta get off the rock,
gotta get off the rock.
Elected leaders who mislead
like bottom-feeders in the weeds,
as cheap as cheaters in their greed,
when climate-readers are what we need.
Cos if our species has a prayer,
and if its peace is to be found somewhere,
we gotta rise up like a flare
to fly the crisis if we dare.
Well, we gotta get off the rock!
We gotta roll into the vast serene.
Hell, the planet is getting hot!
Gone are the glaciers from the Pleistocene.
Well, we gotta get off the rock, gotta get off the rock,
gotta get off the rock, gotta get off the rock,
gotta get off the rock.
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Gravity Tonight
03:11
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The earth revolves like a basketball,
around a flame that needs no name,
and the moon is but a satellite herself.
And here we sit at a table lit
by a candle glow that burns so low
you could almost ask the heavens for some help.
I’m not lookin for some action,
but the force of our attraction
pulls me closer to a passion
where I would happily alight.
But I need somethin to hold onto,
and you know how to make me want you,
cos you’re the body that I’m drawn to,
so give me gravity tonight.
The distant stars never seem so far
through the lens of hope on a telescope
that is pointed toward our futures and our fates.
And you and I are beneath a sky
full of rolling orbs whose arcs conform
to the law that rules our destinies and dates.
I’m not lookin for some action,
but the force of our attraction
pulls me closer to a passion
where I would happily alight.
But I need somethin to hold onto,
and you know how to make me want you,
cos you’re the body that I’m drawn to,
so give me gravity tonight—
give me gravity tonight.
I’m not lookin for some action,
but the force of our attraction
pulls me closer to a passion
where I would happily alight.
But I need somethin to hold onto,
and you know how to make me want you,
cos you’re the body that I’m drawn to,
so give me gravity tonight—
give me gravity tonight.
Give me gravity tonight.
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No pressure, Mother Russia,
but we’ll crush you if you try
to floor it into orbit
to that orb up in the sky—
just as surely as the swirling
of a black hole is black,
we’re gonna beat you
to the moon and back!
O Khruschev! Your crew says
that it’s useless to resist.
Those are cute pics of Sputnik,
but it’s fruitless to persist,
for we’ll soon be up and running
with the funding you lack—
so we’re gonna beat you
to the moon and back!
Yes, Nikita, we’ll defeat ya
in the game that you’ve begun,
but, sweetheart, have a headstart
in the race toward the sun!
You’ll take a trouncing while we’re bouncing
over craters and cracks—
cos we’re gonna beat you
to the moon and back!
For NASA’s whippin asses,
and your class is next to whip.
There’s no doubting you’ll be pouting
once your clout has been eclipsed,
but we’ll befriend you and defend you
if the Martians attack—
first we’re gonna beat you
to the moon and back,
to the moon and back, to the moon and back,
to the moon and back, to the moon and back.
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Come Now, Earthling!
05:19
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[Earthling]
There is a place in outer space, somewhere,
where there’s a trace of the human race, somewhere.
Once in a while, I think that I’ll go there,
high up above the middle of nowhere.
Into the void, on asteroids riding!
Far from the earth, past Jupiter gliding!
Out where the cores are taken for granite,
past Pluto the dwarf that once was a planet.
Who can predict what I shall discover?
far from one home and close to another.
Once in a while, I think that I’ll go there,
high up above the middle of nowhere,
making some friends with alien creatures:
presents are passed to further fast futures.
I shall begin as soon as instructions
enter my dreams like beams of rambunction.
[ET]
Come now, earthling!
Somehow, surely,
you’ll sing happily,
fooling gravity!
You won’t be lonely
as the only
mortal earthling
portal-surfing!
[Earthling]
Into the void, on asteroids riding!
Far from the earth, past Jupiter gliding!
I shall begin as soon as instructions
enter my dreams like beams of rambunction.
[ET]
Come now, earthling!
Somehow, surely,
you’ll sing happily,
fooling gravity!
You won’t be lonely
as the only
mortal earthling
portal-surfing!
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Darwin looked into a book,
and he couldn’t keep from laughing,
so he asked himself: Does anybody else
find the world a little wacky?
Cos he heard the roar of the dinosaurs
that got gone so long ago,
and said: We come a long way for monkeys,
but we got a long way to go!
Darwin’s daughter asked her father:
Why is Daddy drinkin?
He said: Papa goes to the Galapagos
when he needs to do some thinkin.
But when a man returns to the land, he learns
that the world is turnin slow.
We come a long way for monkeys,
but we got a long way to go.
Jane Goodall got down and crawled
through the dark and funky jungle
that she and crew were hackin through
lookin for some monkey’s uncle,
and when she lost the trail, she said: Find or fail,
if it is, it must be so!
We come a long way for monkeys,
but we got a long way to go.
Elon Musk surveyed the dust
on the night that he went dancin,
and said: The human race will bloom in space
if we groom a place for plantin!
And when the last machine reached the vast serene,
how his eyes like embers glowed!
He said: We come a long way for monkeys,
but we got a long way to go.
Agent X in SpaceX specs
stepped into a new dimension,
and he looked around for some solid ground
where he could get some good reception,
but when the aliens dissected him
for science or for show,
they said: They come a long way for monkeys,
but they got a long way to go.
They said: They come a long way for monkeys,
but they got a long way to go.
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Captain Planet
03:12
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Captain Planet, now all nations look to you
to deliver us from what we’re comin to!
Can you help? Can you save us from ourselves?
in this Hell called Planet Earth.
Captain Planet, can you hear us as we cry
for some savior now to swoop down from the sky?
Or will you find what our like have left behind?
Do remind us what we’re worth!
Captain Planet, can you free us from our fears?
Can you soothe us through these dark remaining years?
And will we burn? Is it too late to return?
Have we earned ourselves such dearth?
Ziggy Stardust! Did you drive a lad insane?
Now The Man Who Fell To Earth must rise again!
Major Tom! Your time has come
to come home to your place of birth!
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Now is the time to come together!
Now is the time for us to act!
Strangely, somehow, it’s now or never!
Fiction is realer than the facts.
Now is the time for revolution!
Now is no time for acts of farce.
Now is the time for resolution!
Now is the time for us to march!
We’ll be marching for the ones who walk behind us,
marching for the ones who came before,
marching for the ones who march beside us,
marching in the Martian War.
This is no time for hesitation—
now is the time to organize.
Past is the time for preparation—
now is the time for us to rise!
Now is the time for revolution!
Now is the time! We must incite!
Now is the time for resolution!
Now is the time for us to fight!
We’ll be marching for the ones who walk behind us,
marching for the ones who came before,
marching for the ones who march beside us,
marching in the Martian War.
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9. |
Eden Awaits
03:57
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As I went strolling under the gate,
I swear I heard you call my name!
when sudden through the mist appeared
a solitary, turning sword
that flamed upon the open air,
and fixed me to my feet in fear,
and for a single wink I sensed
the nearness of our nothingness.
In fear I fancied into the stars,
and Saturn did not seem so far,
nor Neptune from our burdened Earth,
and momently I breathed rebirth!
A vision of our fate deferred—
a dream of common death deterred—
and so I slept with open eyes,
upon the threshold, hypnotized.
An acorn hurtles into the void,
careening like an asteroid,
to seed itself into the soil
where we, in time, shall surely toil
to sow new life and reap new death,
and mark our many monoliths—
the offspring of an ancient ape,
about to make our great escape!
If Earth is ending, Eden awaits
somewhere off in outer space!
a lantern that our light absorbs—
a solitary, turning orb—
a lonely planet just like ours,
a satellite among the stars!
that spins around some second sun,
as humankind begins again.
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10. |
Life On Earth
03:54
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The oceans rise to swallow up the island shores.
The seagull flies and flocks above the plain.
The infant cries with nothing to look forward for.
The sunny skies are ruined by the rain.
The crops have died, and fallow lies the fertile land.
Our leaders lied about the waste of war.
The world is wide, but narrow is the space we span,
if, in our pride, we mourn forevermore.
For God is gone from the Garden given—
the warmin is the warnin bell.
If life on Earth is a livin Heaven,
Heaven is a livin Hell.
The millions make migrations from the coasts of fear.
Their bodies ache with hunger and with thirst.
The few forsake the many, for the cost is clear.
Their spirits break; the world is at its worst.
For God is gone from the Garden given—
the warmin is the warnin bell.
If life on Earth is a livin Heaven,
Heaven is a livin Hell.
But some survive, escaping to the vast serene,
and, left alive, they suffer as they sing
soft lullabies, whose melodies may almost seem
untroubled by the human malady.
When God was gone from the Garden given,
the warmin was the warnin bell.
If life on Earth was a livin Heaven,
Heaven was a livin Hell.
When God was gone from the Garden given,
the warmin was the warnin bell.
If life on Earth was a livin Heaven,
Heaven was a livin Hell.
If life on Earth was a livin Heaven,
Heaven was a livin Hell.
Heaven was a livin Hell.
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Will Duncan Savannah, Georgia
Will Duncan is a musical time-traveler on a mission to create a 21st-century songbook in dialogue with that of the 20th. A student of literature and a lover of film, Duncan combines a distinctly poetic lyricism with cinematic melodies and arrangements to create a unique mode of tuneful storytelling. He forms one half of duo Duncan & Piper. DREAM TRAIN and COME NOW, EARTHLING! out now. ... more
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