Inspired by a special person, who sees the world not quite as we do, and just wants to spin in place.
lyrics
Eighteen plus fourty-something
I do not wish to try
I'd rather count the dust mice clinging to the popcorn sky
Make a whoosh like a rocket going by.
Eighteen plus fourty-something
I do not want to hear
Your questions break
the shimmering silence in the atmosphere where
I want to fly my rocket
Spin round and round in place
Dance to the music that is echoing from hyperspace.
So many faces here
Too many eyes to see;
Mine close and I'm a pixel penguin flying over cubic trees.
Now can we go home please?
This chair is rocks and brambles
I cannot sit so still
I see an empty piece of space back there where maybe I will
Sneak off and fly my rocket
Spin in the cosmic rays
Sing with the music that is echoing from hyperspace.
In my rocket
When I fly it
Sights and Sounds of Earth are finally quiet.
Plastic spaceship
Doctor's bow-tie
All of space and time before my mind's eye
I can feel it pulling me to fly away.
They shush me 'cause they do not know
I merely sing along with
Harmonic voltages buzzing in the great beyond.
Where they sing a song, that says:
Come on and fly your rocket
Join in the spiral race
Sing with the music that is
echoing and echoing and
I want to fly my rocket
run at a breathless pace
locked with the rhythm that is echoing from hyperspace.
credits
released March 24, 2016
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