I have been musing on the idea that when we eventually make this planet totally uninhabitable through our short-term greed and scientific ignorance there are some people who think we might be able to escape to another planet. Perhaps one of the myriad exoplanets discovered in recent years circling distant stars may well represent a mirror of our world existing in a Goldilocks state, although whether we could ever travel such distances is another point. Indeed, having nothing that even vaguely resembles a spaceship to take us there and sustain its passengers for the centuries-long journey doesn’t seem to deter the dreamers.
In a sense, good on them, we need dreamers. It was always dreamers who struck out to brave new worlds…but, in trying to leave behind what we ruin, won’t we also be leaving behind our pride?
My song “Escape to the Stars” was, if I remember rightly, the first I wrote and recorded on my Taylor guitar. Originally, I did a mock “trumpet” solo with my mouth, but then Eddie Bryant stepped up to the mark and recorded an awesom dual-saxophone solo for me.
Escape to the Stars
Over the water, no anchor out at sea
Islands will be washed away by change
Climbing up our mountain believing we’re free
Emptiness that clings hides only rage
You’ll see them as they struggle through the years that roll by
You know that they’ll try their best but in destiny they’ll die
But the air is poisoned, so there’s nowhere left to hide
Could we leave behind this empty shell with no pride?
Ever looking upwards it’s the stars that draw us near
If stardust’s what we’re made from then our fate is ever clear
Over the water, no anchor out at sea
Our island washed away by change
Know how we struggled as the light years flew by
Know that we suffered for the dreams we left to die
And the air that we poisoned, left us nowhere else to hide
So, we left behind that empty shell and our pride
Credits
Words & Music by dB
Vocals, guitars dB
Sax solo Eddie Bryant @Andoran
Video montage by Luigi Quattrocchi (Impermanence) using NASA CC media