Song for a Red Planet

This is the first original filk song I’ve written, it’s not derived from anything. I’ll be recording myself singing it if I can find a decent microphone because I don’t really think my webcam mic is up to the task. ( I might do a webcam mic version anyway just to get the basic idea, we’ll see). It’s sung as a duet and features call and response, although it can also be sung alone. 

Verse 1:
I am just a son of men,  I walk upon the earth
I am just a boy trying to – prove – my – wo – rth
I am just a passenger aboard a ship without a berth
but if there’s one thing that I know it’s that I know i’m leaving earth

Ar – ca – dia – plan – i – ti- a – a – a
That’s where – I’ll lay my he – ad
Where sunsets are blue
And the domes are too – oo – oo
And the skies, are pai- n – t – ed re – ed

Chorus:
Ar – ca – dia – plan – i – ti- a – a – a
That’s where – I want to be
To red rock plains
I’ll sail my shi – i – i – p
Across – the highest se – as

Verse 2:
I am just a girl born to a ship without a har – bor
I am just a passenger please take –  me – far – ther
I am just a messenger and I am here to say,
Although I was born upon the earth on earth I cannot stay

Ar – ca – dia – plan – i – ti- a – a – a
Is where – I’ll make – my – ho – o – me
Through jet black space
That highest pla -a – a – ce
Is where –  I want – to – ro – o – am

Chorus:
Ar – ca – dia – plan – i – ti- a – a – a
That’s where – I want to be
To red rock plains
I’ll sail my shi – i – i – p
Across – the highest se – as

Bridge:
I don’t wanna go (don’t wanna go)
To hot bangkok (to hot bangkok)
I don’t want to go to the ei – f – fel – to – wer’s – top
I don’t wanna swim (don’t wanna swim)
In the gulfstream waters (in the gulfstream waters)
I want a land – not – of – our – fa – ther – s
I don’t wanna go (don’t wanna go)
To New York City (to New York City)
I want to be in the mariner valley.

Ar – ca – dia – plan – i – ti- a – a – a
A plea, – Please take me the – e -re
We’ll lay a course – We’ll board our shi – i – i – p
Soaring on a wing – and – a – pra – a – yer

Chorus:
Ar – ca – dia (Ar – ca – dia ) Plan – i – ti- a – a – a (Plan – i – ti- a – a – a)
That’s where (that’s where) – I want to be
To red rock plains (to red rock plains)
I’ll sail my shi (I’ll sail my shi – i – i – p)
Across – the highest se – as

Ar – ca – dia (Ar – ca – dia ) Plan – i – ti- a – a – a (Plan – i – ti- a – a – a)
That’s where (that’s where) – I want to be
To red rock plains (to red rock plains)
I’ll sail my shi (I’ll sail my shi – i – i – p)
Across – the highest se – as

Take Me Home, Hohmann Roads

This is a filked version of Take Me Home Country Roads by John Denver that I wrote.

Almost Heaven, Mariner Valley
Tharis Montes, Acidalia Prairie
Life is young here, younger than the air
Older than the oceans, growing like a prayer

Hohmann roads, take me home
To a place, I belong
Sacra Fossa, Martian momma
Take me home, Hohmann roads

All my memories gather ’round her
Explorer’s lady, native of black waters
Sleek and shiny, soaring through the sky
Misty taste of methane, teardrop in my eye

Hohmann roads, take me home
To a place, I belong
Sacra Fossa, Martian momma
Take me home, Hohmann roads

I hear her voice in the timeless hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
Crossing the great black I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Hohmann roads, take me home, to a place I belong
Sacra Fossa, Martian momma
Take me home, Hohmann roads

Hohmann roads, take me home, to a place I belong
Sacra Fossa, Martian momma
Take me home, Hohmann roads

Take me home, (down) Hohmann roads
Take me home, (down) Hohmann roads