Saturday, 22 January 2011

Mail From Monkeys From Mars

In October, I visited a good friend of mine called Simon. We've known each other since uni, after which he promptly upped sticks and moved to America - this was the first time I'd seen him since he left, so a very exciting trip. He took the photo at the top of my blog, where I'm sitting on a wall in Mount Morris Park.

We started writing a ridiculous song together, which I wanted to share with you all, despite it not being *quite* finished. You can find the music somewhere on here

We wrote it on his balcony in Harlem, in the middle of the night, looking out at LaGuardia airport across the river, drinking a hundred cups of tea and interspersed with watching episodes of Black Books. If you can figure out the storyline, you're a better man than I.

Mail From Monkeys From Mars

Interstellar correspondence conveys crisis
The black (hole) market perpetuates premium prices
The colonies continually in disarray
The absence of stimulants
Confuses the immigrants
And fuses the spark to print dismay

Mail from monkeys from mars
Mail from monkeys from mars

It started as a misguided intergalactic mission
The humans had decided to expand their space aged vision
Our hopes were high but our budget fades away
We strapped them to a rocket
With cocoa in their pockets
And sent them afar to space to stay

Mail from monkeys from mars
Mail from monkeys from mars

Monumental failure as evidenced in writing
Cocoa crops ablaze, no photosynthesising
The decision was made to negate this charade
We marked the mail 'return to sender'


........... and some other words.........

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