Oh Snarf.

Arrival

What the humans do not know about myself and the one known as the RealSpacePirate is that we are not the size of legos.  In real life, we are massive; the size of monstrous machines.  But the legos are certainly satirical.  When we arrive, we will be taller than your Empire State Buildings yet due to the inflexible nature of our design, we will not be able to walk very fast.  Cumbersome is the posture of the lego spaceman.  Vote for me because that SpacePirate is up to no good.

Rockin Science

To be used in an upcoming video about the Humans and their "Hydraulic Fracturing" techniques.

Hello.

Originally produced in 2002, this song uses a wide range of symphonic/harmonic melodic tech.

Righteous DownLow

Space Warp Song

What's Up? *Unity

Here's a good cause, unify the species
All human beings got the stinky feces
Still we take issue with whatever 'belief' is
Crime is the cause for why they police us.

Broken down, divided into infinite pieces
Uncles, cousins, aunts, nephews and nieces.
Time is of the essence for addressing these needs
Lack of trust keeps from progress as a species

Stumbled on a planet, it's an interesting place
The creatures can't leave, yet they're still in a 'race'
It's crucial, what the ethics of ethnicity teaches
The edges of the continents lead to the beaches

So much in common, yet worlds apart
The creatures have minds, and the creatures have heart.
The creatures care deeply, and they're also mad smart.
Their spirits have a soul and this is where we all start.

Books

I read books.
I read books everyday.

Every single day is like flipping the page.
Setting up a table's like setting the stage
I read books because I choose to up my I.Q.
Without my intelligence, what am I to do?

I like books.  I read em every day.
I pick one up just to see what it say.
I read the pages til they're soaked when I'm walking in the rain.
Don't remember all the words as they go down the drain.

The bright full color photos In the glossy magazine
Are a few steps duller than the light from the screen
Less to be seen are the paperback trades
More likely to be lost than to ever be saved.

I like books just to save words
If you wrote those words, maybe some day they'll be heard.
One day that phrase was only just a thought
Punctuation grammar and perfection was sought
Bad spelling, poor phrasing, all of it, fought

Living my life, I'd like to write a book
But I'm too busy living it to write it all down
So I pick up a book by someone in my town
And understand that we're standing on the very same ground.


It's good to write books as well as good to live life.
Gotta wake up in the morning at a quarter to five.


An ancient lesson taught from father to son:
I fought the words and the words won.

Asteroid

Time sounds right.  Back before there were airplanes, we'd see streaks in the sky and wonder why.  This was before we had flight.  Now we know.

Jet propulsion launchers
Incandescent Radar
Subatomic Particles
Neutron Star

All who we be, is all who we are
Locked into position, orbiting star

Time happens once
Can't replicate it
I exist once
Can't duplicate it
Stuff's tough enough
Can't complicate it
Had a good lunch
Glad That I ate it

Life is an energy, sounds like a song
Life can seem empty when things take too long

Creatures of carelessness live in the fog
Their minds pollute atmosphere, turn it to smog
Prepared, they are not, nor are they self-aware
Neither here nor they there, they are never prepared.

Beanbag chairs and trampolines
Pogo balls are Saturn's Rings
TIme in the park we spent all afternoon
Time of your life in one phase of the moon.

Pac Man at The Record Store

I play that Pac Man game, at the Record Store.
I walk on down that old checkered floor
And go back to that game, with quarters four
About to put my name up, on the high score.

All One!

All One Or None, Like that Bottle of Soap.
I'm not Soap on a Rope, This isn't "Rope A Dope."
I'm not like Pepsi.  I ain't like Coke.
I'm more like Foxon Park on a bench in the dark.

When the time is right, what returns? the light.
To the peoples' delight, after the longest night.
Not like Mountain Dew or Diet Sprite
It's a journey that's tougher than the odds that you fight.

Clock keeps ticking, your gears grow older
Next thing you know you got mould on your shoulder
The Jet Pack oxygen tank grows lighter
Got a good story?  Go find a good writer.

One day, if we're lucky, we can all make a fuss
Because everyone's riding on the back of the bus
And the bus is deluxe, so the rear got further
from the front, where we boarded and which seats the driver.

It's All One Or None!  If you know what I mean.
Not a bottle of soap, It won't just keep you clean.
It's a message on a bottle shared to every human being.
All-One Or None, and my name's not Sting.

Bonus:
Want to do a spoof about Dr. Bronner's Soap "Message On A Bottle"

SpacePirate Verse!  Who snuck that in?
My name is SpacePirate, I don't know Dr. Bronner
Everybody knows that I'm the Broccoli Bomber.

The Hum and The Sum

The Hum and The Sum, and the sound of the drum?  Space Pirate, that's nonsense.

The Hum!
The Sum!
The sound of the drum!

I am a Spaceman, and I'm not a bum.
I worked to get where I am from wherever I'm from
Subtracting the quotient, dividing the sum
The hum and the sum and the sound of the drum.

The chime of the bell, the ring of fates
The triangle indicates dinner's on plates
Space is like time, and time is like space.
The more you have just a vacuous waste

My time's not worth money, my time is worth life
Exchanges for currency, stresses and strife?
We try so hard, to live and  to strive
To stay alive and to live a good life.

Moods are like waves and the hills are all paved
With ups and downs leading into the towns
And away from the hills where we sought the thrills
of waterfalls, memories, giving me chills.