So here is the next installment of my Mars saga. The protagonists have reached Mars and have now been there a while. And one of them is about to set out on one the big mission, to travel to an aquafer (underground resorvior of water) and dig down to take samples searching for signs of life. Water being one of the primary building blocks and enablers for life, it is believed that if we are to find any on Mars, it will be underground in one of these aquafers. As can be judged from the title, it doesn't go so well, so a rescue needs to be mounted.

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Part 1 - intro

As time passes on the ground
The mission calls
And she said..

"It is time to head out
It is time to explore 
There are things out there that I am destined to find,
So I'm packing my bags...
Cause I'm heading out there tomorrow,
Where mystery and wonder awaits"

So now tracks lead away
Leaving dust in the air
Tracing the path that she took as the rover drove away...

Part 2 - exploration 

This mission, destined from the start 
To scour this planet for signs of bacterial life 
Even though the surface is dry
And the regolith is cold as ice
We still want to try
and we still might find answers yet 

Water might be flowing underground 
The ultimate catalyst for abiogenesis
So she's heading out to this Aquafer
And to find what we're looking for she'll have to 
Dig deep, where conditions are right
Deep down where the seeds of creation might be found

Part 3 - Failure

There's a mayday coming in..
Her rover's been caught in the blastwave and
She's not doing so good..
And I don't think that she'll be coming home again

So now, she is out there alone, as her systems fail
Yeah now, she is out there alone, as nighttime comes

Part 4 - Night of Anguish [instrumental]

Part 5 - Morning

The night has passed, and there's still no signs of life
And this static noise is all this radio has for me
And I want to keep up hope, but the thread is wearing thin..
Cause Leslie, have you gone and met your end?
Yeah, Leslie have you gone and met your end?

Part 6 - Resuce

But explorers we are
And despair is not for us to give into
so I am packing my bags
Cause I'm heading out there this morning
Where i hope that Leslie still awaits

I may be breaking every rule
We're not supposed to both be in danger
But I cannot just sit still
I need to do whatever I can
So I'm coming to find you
And I hope that you will still be alive..

Through these fields of impact remains
Through these valleys of blackened stone, I've been..
Riding hard for most of the day
And as the sun sets on the distant horizon
I find what I've been seeking
I find what I've been looking for

A torn up hulk
Smashed to bits..
But there's still hope
Cause there are still
signs of life inside

So I pull out my torch
And tear into the hull
Cleared away, I see her lying inside
She barely breathes
But her suit is intact
So I pull her out and bring her back home
To the base where she can heal...

Part 7 - Ending

Where she'll be fine
so we can still go on
Yeah, we're still on

The Greatest Adventure
We sailed the Void
Then onto these unwalked dunes
Of our celestial brother
That light that colored the night
Where we went to explore
Where we went to learn about
The keys to our home and the Answer to if we're alone...

The Quest it Carries On...

Lost

Delighted that Tim agreed to join the fun on this track, adding an array of guitars, bass and other sprinklings of magic from his box of tricks.  Please listen to his great songs at @penelopes-thrill.

Stop 
start spinning around
my head can barely hear a sound

Fold yourself in crowds
Do you never find the words 
to say out loud?
oh

Bloodshot be more kind
Did you say that we get better over time?
Oh no
Find yourself sunshine
Did you mean it when you said that you were fine?
Oh no

Are you homesick 
lost in other lives?
by the old bricks
built to bridge the skies

When there's nothing to say
and there's nothing to do
It's a good day for bad news..

Burn
blue skying bear
is there nothing left that's standing there
any more?

Are you homesick
lost between the lights?
By the old bricks
built to scrape the skies

When there's nothing to say
and there's nothing to do
It's a good day for bad news

When there's nothing to say
and there's nothing to do
It's a good day for bad news

Find yourself a life sometimes
Douse yourself in brightest lights
You can(n't) fool all of the people all of the time

It's a good day for bad news
(when there's nothing to see
but the sky burning blue
it's a good day for bad news
When there's nothing to say
and there's nothing to take
It's a good day for bad news).

It's a good day for bad news..

Good Day for Bad News (by Paul and Penelope's Thrill)

A tale of ill-fated attraction & lust told from the POV of AI wearable tech

Stasis Flux

This song is the first in a series related to the theme of ego, self-love, and self-help. The song was written and recorded in August 2018 but with live drums added in June 2020 with remixing. Drums provided by Liam Buttrick. It's a bit more airy and poppy than other songs of mine. Recorded with Baldwin grand piano, electric piano (Yamaha Motif6), bass, electric guitar.

Performance on YouTube at https://youtu.be/SY58D55TmjQ

The Gift (Original by Ben Buttrick)

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Diy Rock'n'roll

Dumbidaajeah

Merry Christmas To You

Dedicated To A Most Wonderful Man, Nigel Bateman. RIP.
Produced By Martin Reed.

Mysteries Of The Blim

Home recording.... for all those people who have lost their homes....

HOMELESS BLUES

Lyrics:

Silence is a true friend, who’s often lingering near,
The music never playing soft enough, the harmony too severe,
Wisdom enters through the dark, though we could meet anywhere,
Keeps reminding me that all is well, as smooth as breathing in the air.

You came, you touched, you repaired all the parts that were crumbling.
I had another point of view before I found you here.
Am I living in the centre now where we find sense and meaning?
Or is it all too deep, all too deep?

Grow the vessel of light, turn the night into day,
What’s really happening is different from, this life and death cabaret,
The connections are vast, impossible to speak of,
But everything you do has meaning, and in the end it’s all love.

It was a critical matter that you’d tell me if someday 
That you might be going back home.
My position was impossible, how could I sleep?
Is there more to it than merely presence? Is decision what it’s all about?
Is there nothing to fear, really nothing to fear?

Grow the vessel of light, turn the night into day,
What’s really happening is different from, this life and death cabaret,
The connections are vast, impossible to speak of,
But everything you do has meaning, and in the end it’s all love.
But everything you do has meaning, and in the end it’s all love.

Presence

Siberia

Jaime Budde is a musicproducer living in Kortrijk, Belgium. Born in Nordholland, Niederlande.