The Slumbering Astronauts

Last year marked the National Aeronautics and Space Administration's (NASA) 50th year of wowing mankind. NASA was established by the National Aeronautics and Space Act on July 29, 1958. Wow. Since then a lot has happened. But one of the craziest events to me is the development of a space station in which a revolving cadre of humans from all over the globe spend large amounts of time in a seriously rural neighborhood. And like most humans they sleep. So, as a tribute to both NASA and the men and women who work (and play?) 220 miles up above our head, I give you this song. Rough yes. But where is your rough song? Ok then.

I can't embed music on this technology so I have to route you to a wonderful site, Older Hipster|Aging Musician.

I mumble a lot, so here are the words. Feel free to sing along. Now get back to work.

Astronauts

321,
now the blast off has begun
grab your blankets everyone
telescopes are set to stun
the imagination--its the culmination

of three long years
spinning bodies overspun
G-forces overcome
training manuals read and done
we have the knowledge--let us sit and ponder--our eyes cast yonder

And all the astronauts are sleeping in their beds
220 miles up above our heads

T-minus now
As the rockets scorch the ground
and the shuttle shakes and shimmies as its moving to a fro and then the mass
is lifted--skyward

and as it goes
all the boys and girls will show
through their gestures and their pose
that the astronauts have rose
yes they have risen--yes they have risen
from this earthly prison

And all the astronauts are sleeping in their beds
220 miles up above our heads.