1. |
No New Flags
04:40
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no new flags
ships - impossibly fast
other oar-men, set to their task
other oar-men pull, work, gasp
not the last gasp
still life left to grasp
and voice left in the rasp
and future bathed in light
despite a dark past
and marks of men hurting men
and, again, it still happens
but it will end, if it has to end
with the last of men
no new flags
no new places to plant them
no new nations
old navies, old anthems
ever seeking expansion
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gold records
03:34
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audience - universe
Carl Sagan had a gold record
there were only two pressed
a hit in reverse, not one voice sent to millions
the voice of trillions sent to one
sent a long way
on it was to show
who we are, what we do, what we make
when played it would be
who we were, what we did, what we made
i would like you to say nice things about me when i'm gone
i would like them to say nice things about us when we're gone
sent a long way
on it was to show
who we are, what we do, what we make
when played it would be
who we were, what we did, what we made
the goal was to make contact someday - a cosmic letter
if it ever found ears it would be too late
it would just help to be remembered
i would like them to say nice things about us when we're gone
to play our record and hear our songs
and maybe never know about the things we did wrong
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3. |
JLA Dreamer
01:45
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(written by Jacob Berendes)
my name is John Jones
you can call me John Jones
I'm a cop by trade
whoa-oh-oh
as a cat I'm Tomaso
as a scientist, Yuchiro
as a homeless kid, Paulo
whoa-oh-oh
oh I'm the last of my race
joined through time
joined through space
from Mars a million years ago
my weakness is fire
it reminds me of my wife and daughter
who burned in the plague-ridden cauldrens
they say i'm a dreamer
a superb tactician and leader
but the Martian language has
12 words for husband
and 14 for father
I'm a bio-armor jade warrior
call me Isabel de la Rosa
or Johan Johannson
whoa-oh-oh
on my home planet Mars
I alone survived the plague
that captured my loved ones
whoa-oh-oh
I'm the last of my race
but you'd know my green face
if you lived on the Pacific Ocean
call me John Jones
I've known fear and betrayal
love and loss, wisdom and compassion
they say I'm a dreamer
I'm a widower, cab driver, and I've seen possible futures
and the Martian language has
12 words for husband
and 14 for father
my name is beautiful and unpronounceable
it means light to the light
and that's what I bring
for whatever it's worth
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