A lovely track. Took me on an entire journey

First recorded in September 2023.
From the album More Sponges.

It's a song about space, and how far we are off it.

This new version was mixed and mastered by
Woods Studio Norway Mixing and Mastering 
www.soundcloud.com/woods_studio 

LYRICS

Trip the wire...
To the stars, to the stars.
There's a cow...
Whats that now? 
Holy Cow.
Get to bed...
In your head.
Go to bed.

Coming soon! We pretend to be fine.
There a fire in the wastelands. What's mine?
Waste of time.
There's a fire.
We Survive.

There's a crack in the side of the farm.
You would think that they'd run but they stay.
Waste the light.
Avoid the night.
Stay alive. 

There's a river that's flowing with gold.
That you get, when you're good, if you're old.
Waste of life.
Taste the Night.
Stoke the fire.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitely's.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possibly's.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows.
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. 
Now I'm gone.

Trip the wire...
To the stars, to the stars.
There's a cow...
Whats that now? 
Holy Cow.
Get to bed...
In your head.
Go to bed.

There's a message we sent to the sky.
Imagine that wont be getting too far.
Trip the wire.
To the stars.
To the stars.

There's a man on the moon, and he's heating a spoon.
As he looks sadly down on the earth.
There's a cow.
What's that now?
Holy cow.

Wee Willie runs through the town.
Crying loud as he seeks them all out.
Get to bed.
In your head.
Go to bed.

All you've got left are some rust, cans of peaches.
A pile of old Vizzes and porn.
A Fray Bentos pie and your rosy complexion.
There's no one left you rely on. 

A bust of Beethoven, a packet of suet.
A commemorative plate, a Princess Di coin.
An overfilled ashtray, a battered red jumper.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. 
Now I'm gone.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitely's.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possibly's.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows.
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. 
Now I'm gone.

Waste of time....
There's a fire. 
We Survive.
Waste the light...
Avoid the night. 
Stay alive.
Waste of life...
Taste the Night. 
Stoke the fire.
Trip the wire...
To the stars, to the stars.
There's a cow...
Whats that now? 
Holy Cow.
Get to bed...
In your head.
Go to bed.
Trip the wire...
To the stars, to the stars.
There's a cow...
Whats that now? 
Holy Cow.
Get to bed...
In your head.
Go to bed.

Interstellar Toodle-oo [2024 Remaster]

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