November 20th, 2012

Song: Spacejunk

SPACEJUNK

Twinkle Twinkle little star, not very bright is what we are

Up above the world so high, all of our spacejunk filling the sky

Every probe and satellite we have sent to the starry night

Adds to the mess of junk up there far out of sight, though, so why should we care?

Twinkle Twinkle little star, not very bright is what we are

Up above the world so high, all of our spacejunk filling the sky

Each new launch seeks passage through a highspeed layer of spacejunk stew

And in turn adds its own mass: one more obstacle the next must pass

Quite the tiniest bits of stuff travel at speeds giving force enough

(To) Punch straight through whate’er they meet and render the target incomplete

Twinkle Twinkle little star, not very bright is what we are

Up above the world so high, all of our spacejunk filling the sky

Space is not an infinite bin fit for keeping our spacejunk in

All’s held close by Earth’s own pull; what will we do when the skies are full?

Will our debris seal us here in one vast rotating sphere?

Twinkle twinkle and goodnight, we will have locked ourselves in tight

Up above the world so high, all of our spacejunk fills the sky

Twinkle Twinkle little star, not very bright is what we are

Here we’ll stand and here we’ll stay, the junk will ensure it remains that way

The best result may yet have been keeping the rest of the universe clean

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Words & music by & © Talis Kimberley 20th November 2012 

Song: Equal

EQUAL

In the dear old Church of England

I’m welcome to attend

I could help out with the cleaning

There are cassocks I could mend

I could make and serve the coffee

And all the while pretend

That this meant that I was equal after all...

As a candidate for Parliament

I’m welcome to apply

If I look well-groomed, wear decent shoes

And catch the camera’s eye

As the minister for motherhood

I would give strength to the lie

That said that I was equal after all...

On the radio each morning

I’m welcome to tune in

To the news and sport and commentary

With which the day begins

But in a gender-counting tally

‘S funny, women never win

So tell me that I’m equal after all...

Never mind, let’s watch this drama

Or a film if you prefer

Is the Bechdel Test so difficult?

Didn’t she say that to her?

Go on, tell me just one more time

‘Things are better than they were’;

And aren’t I nearly equal -

Why go on about this ‘equal’ –

You don’t hear men ask to be equal, after all!

Well, don’t you tell me that I’m equal

When I know this isn’t equal

Which means you’re not equal either, after all.

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Words by & © Talis Kimberley 20th November 2012