Music taken from: "Upside Down". by Combstead-©-2020
Title- "Space Dead!!"
©-2020-Matthew F. Blowers III
Somewhere far above us.
in the gaps between the stars
that we cherish in the wee hours
Lies a junkyard, free-floating
above our over inhabited planet,
whose occupants know little about
the expulsion of their own kind,
left virtually invisible
above their atmosphere
in the atmosphere....
Here in the grasping reach of the
immense gravity of this planet
third from its bright star,
lie the remains of explorations
gone bad...gone bad
Each continuously spinning in orbit,
in various stages of
decomposition and decay
What a way to die...ie.....
Trapped in empty shells
of heat resistant metals,
radiating a glint of long-past glory,
at that time when they
rocketed and burst forth
between the clouds, touching
just the hem of God's domain.
But each were claimed beneath the
sweeping pull of fates wrath.
on their fateful paths
In the shadowed darkness of their holds,
lie effigies of sacrifice,
iced by methane
and carbon dioxide
after they breathed their last.
in their tragic gasp.
Chimps whose jaws remain locked
in a perpetual scream of horror
they were smart enough to escape
the safety harnesses but not the tin
they were canned in and they are now
just bones that mark their final struggles.
Seven dogs in 7 capsules
sit frozen in rigor mortise
four limbs strapped tight
leashed to their frigid kennel
and each perfectly preserved
And perhaps their howls
still echo confined within the
deepest corners of their airless coffins.
their airless coffins
still echo confined within the
deepest corners of their airless coffins.
Man's best friends tricked to death
when they were launched to test
all the waters of unknown,
long before men dared to
brave the space above earth
But sadder still in some other
time capsules, reclined in
frozen solid poses are
the C o s m o n a u t s.
and believe me they are "NOT"
in the cosmos anymore
Sent up by Mother Russia to find fame,
but some mere miscalculations
set them loose, into an endless
travelogue of death.
Like Post Modern Flying Dutchmen,
s a i l i n g o n forevermore,
their eyes wide open, staring at the stars.
It was here that their souls rocketed onward
to even higher realms and left the flesh shells
of their failure far behind.
Their remains hurl onward in orbits
with no trajectory in mind,
until the Earth eventually reclaims its own,
cremating all of the remnants of that age.
Outcasts who were scrapbooked deep in space,
to bookmark the goals of earthbound dreamers,
each one a chapter of despair, undocumented
Men who dared to breach the mystery,
but discovered that not all that goes up,
must come down. must come down
And so in a sad parade of metal floats,
they serve tp remind us that immortality
can paint a cruel picture in the flesh
long after souls are set free.
Long Forgotten by the masses far below,
who know that space is dead
but do not know that there are
also dead in space as well.
Each condemned to circle the earth
for far too many years
in an airless hell
not of their own making
Somewhere far above us.
in the gaps between the stars
that we cherish in the wee hours
lies a graveyard, free-floating
of all the brave they could not save
buried in space forevermore
*What the Hell was it all for
"What the Hell was it all for
forevermore.
Stellar music, arrangement and composing
by-Combstead-©-2020
Vocals, melody line & lyrics by-
Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2020
“Enjoy The Ride!”
