All I wanted to do Was go to the Moon It's where they all said, it was at "Why, it was amazing up there!" It was the place to go The place to be You just had to go there It just had to be seen.
So! So I went to the Moon And they all smiled at me And nodded their heads "Isn't it beautiful ?", they all said Yes, I replied, it's... it's beautiful It's just like... like a great big A great big...... Quarry!!! Lots of rocks and shale and dust and stuff...
About as empty as my soul And empty as yours as well I fear.
(Maybe I could set up a hamburger stall there Sell Moonburgers and nice crispy Saturn onion rings At least then...at least then they'd be filled with something).
I was reading somewhere where some celebrities wanted to be the first to book their flights to go to the moon. Someone was planning one day to have a commercial route to the Moon. Now I'm a big Sci-fi fan (what would have become of us without Captain Kirk & Mr. Spock when we were growing up). But I wouldn't cross the road to go to the moon LOL.
A bone meets another bone And you have a joint ! Joints are allright ! Cartilage ! Without them you couldn't possibly dance ! Imagine only your sacrum and your ilium and no sacro-iliac joint And no innominate bones Imagine just a second a pelvis without coccyx And your seven cervical Your twelve thoracic And your five lumbar vertebrae Hanging loose ! How could you possibly swing your pelvis From one side to the other Without your pelvic floor ? No more grand plié No more passé développé à la seconde No more attitude en avant on pointe Farewell penché Farewell attitude derrière ! See what I mean ! That's why I always say I'd rather be with no bone No skull no heart Ï 'd rather be a hurricane Wind has no skeleton Wind needs no joint Wind goes naked No shoes, no underwear And despite of all that Wind is a ballet dancer, a danseur étoile With no dimples in the back. Wind can lie supine and stand upright Feet parallel, legs stretched Wind has no greater nor lesser trochanter Wind has no right gluteus maximus muscle No feet flexed, no ****** femoris muscle Wind never gets pinched, stuck nor jammed Wind is constant ricochet, yo-yo, meanders Gulf Stream ! Wind is a catwalk model Dancing its swinging walk