Ground control to Freedom,
We see an object on a near-earth vector,
Request investigation,
Since this thing is so clearly
unexpected,
What are you seeing up there?
And should the planet beware?
Can we expect a show?
And where should we go?
Ground control, you listening?
We’ve been exploring this with all our sensors,
Tentative deduction:
It’s one of ours we thought was lost forever.
The crew is hailing it now,
Is he alive? If so how?
Getting transmission, going live,
We’ll see what’s arrived.
I can’t escape velocity,
Though this inertia still might be the
death of me,
My parabolic orbit,
Brought me round the sun in forty years,
Major Tom is finally here.
Years of spinning in the deep,
Praying that I was asleep,
Vacuum wouldn’t take my life,
Fading picture of my wife,
Time
So
Slow.
We read you loud and clear Major,
Do you have jets to steer Major?
If you can’t turn,
Then we can’t catch you.
You can’t escape velocity,
Though this inertia still might be the death of me,
And I’ve gone nearly mad,
Listening to the music of the spheres,
Major Tom is finally here.
Ground control reporting,
You’ve heard the news about our calculations,
Major Tom responding,
Why is there nothing new in any nation?
What happened to the proud cries,
That took man up to the skies?
The dream of every young man,
I don’t understand.
I can’t escape velocity,
Though this inertia still might be the death of me,
And I’ll be seeing you,
Through the cold distortions of my tears,
Major Tom clear.
Effervescent pop without a drop of irony, perfectly geared for fans of the more dance-oriented side of indie music and Tears for Fears. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2023