Written and recorded around early summer 2021. Part of this song takes from one of the first songs I wrote which was called "Brian May in Space". The words sound pretty but the song's themes aren't very focused. I am aware that it's not recorded, mixed, and mastered very well.
lyrics
There's one, too
Many of you
In my life
Stab me with a knife
I'm gone
Why do
Any of you
Keep me 'round
Digging underground
Because
When you die
There's nothing left to buy
Be kind to me
On the moon
He sees everything he knows
All together
Outlined in dishes
The astronomer wishes
For a less excluded life
From his kids and his wife
If I can grow a spine
Then everything will be fine
He spent his days just saying
That singing's just the same as praying
And then he bought a cake
And pushed a kid in a lake
I can't even walk around
All the thistles I have found
I always let me down
(Turn that frown upside down)
When you die
There's nothing left to buy
Fiery Stagg
She's flying through the rag
Be kind to me
On the moon
He sees everything he knows
All together
Outlined in dishes
The astronomer wishes
For a less excluded life
With his kid and his wife
If I can grow a spine
Then everything will be fine
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Calling the carriers of time
Cheekily chewing on a lime
Crossing the barrier she'll see
That the end was never me
Calling the carriers of time
Cheekily chewing on a lime
Crossing the barrier she'll see
That the end was never me
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