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A song about a spaceship.
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Lyrics
“Bussard Collector” (2003)
I’ve given up
On waiting for the funding and congressional oversight
I’ve given up
On hoping for a groundswell of interest from the left and the right
I’ve given up
On impassioned presentations to those cuddling with their anchors at night
I’ve given up
On waiting for permission, it’s time for some cosmic D.I.Y.
Whether or not you’re ready, I’m saying it’s Tau Ceti or bust
I’m coming up
With diagrams and blueprints and doing lots of math on the fly
I’m coming up
With vast legions of dreamers who can see more than just lights in the sky
I’m coming up
With excuses for my family, I can’t even hear my own baby cry
I’m coming up
With elegant schematics that I have to finish before I die
I’d be there now but first we build a dish the size of Jersey on my
Bussard Collector
Feeding off the interstellar dust, on my
Cosmic connector
Some say we should but I tell you we must
What else are we here for?
Its pioneers will live for eons
And comprehend what biological peons
Can never dream
The firmament will be their playground
And when time and space run aground
They’ll hear the scream
On their
Bussard Collector
Staring down Orion man to man
Cosmic connector
Reaching the point where it all began
I think a lot
About the implications of what it is we’re trying to do
I think a lot
Of how we’ll feel when we find everything we know to be isn’t true
I think a lot
And I guess all of this thinking’s made me something of a stranger to you
But think of this
When we’re pushing the red limit you’ll be with me when we finally break through
And on the side will be drawn a great dodecahedron
On our
Bussard Collector
Soaring close to the speed of light
Cosmic connector
Finding the edge of the endless night
What else are we here for?
I’ve given up
On waiting for the funding and congressional oversight
I’ve given up
On hoping for a groundswell of interest from the left and the right
I’ve given up
On impassioned presentations to those cuddling with their anchors at night
I’ve given up
On waiting for permission, it’s time for some cosmic D.I.Y.
Whether or not you’re ready, I’m saying it’s Tau Ceti or bust
I’m coming up
With diagrams and blueprints and doing lots of math on the fly
I’m coming up
With vast legions of dreamers who can see more than just lights in the sky
I’m coming up
With excuses for my family, I can’t even hear my own baby cry
I’m coming up
With elegant schematics that I have to finish before I die
I’d be there now but first we build a dish the size of Jersey on my
Bussard Collector
Feeding off the interstellar dust, on my
Cosmic connector
Some say we should but I tell you we must
What else are we here for?
Its pioneers will live for eons
And comprehend what biological peons
Can never dream
The firmament will be their playground
And when time and space run aground
They’ll hear the scream
On their
Bussard Collector
Staring down Orion man to man
Cosmic connector
Reaching the point where it all began
I think a lot
About the implications of what it is we’re trying to do
I think a lot
Of how we’ll feel when we find everything we know to be isn’t true
I think a lot
And I guess all of this thinking’s made me something of a stranger to you
But think of this
When we’re pushing the red limit you’ll be with me when we finally break through
And on the side will be drawn a great dodecahedron
On our
Bussard Collector
Soaring close to the speed of light
Cosmic connector
Finding the edge of the endless night
What else are we here for?
Godchaser
and bizzare tune,lyrically speaking,but a totally infecious groove.Your lyrics are clever,wish you'd post them,your performances,production and your songcrafting skills are very good.What are you using for drum tracks?Much enjoyed.
Blessings,