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Sailing round the true-blue-sphere -
Is it too late to bale out of here ?
Well, there has to be some better way
To turn back the night, spin on to yesterday.
The old man and his crew -
After all these years, it's Apogee
Pilot training and remorse -
Spirit friends fly too, at Apogee
Apogee - solar bright
Apogee - through the night
Apogee - overground
Don't think I'll be coming down.
Screened for a stable mate with nerves of ice we flew - at Apogee
No creativity allowed to pass through stainless veins
of steel at Apogee
Apogee - put the kettle on
Tight-lipped-soldier on
High point - communicate
Don't forget to urinate.
So glad they put this window in
How to explain, how to begin ?
See ! Tennyson and Wordsworth there
Waiting for me in the cold thin air.
Beware a host of unearthly daffodils
Drifting golden turned up loud
Tell the boys back home
I'm gonna get some.
The Wrong Stuff's loose in here - I'm climbing up the walls -
at Apogee
So hoist the skull and bones - death and glory's free at Apogee
A stranger wind, a solar breeze -
I'm walking out upon starry seas
See pyramids, see standing stones -
Pink cotton undies and blue telephones.
Goodbye, cruel world that was my home -
There's cleaner space out here to roam.
Put my feet up on the moons of mars -
Sit back, relax and count the stars.
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