Bah! I write my own! From FTL Now - in the style of Dave Matthews
Ghost Ship
On the landing pad the/Cracks ran through the concrete
Tri-sedges pushed up to the stars
Cold wind whispered whining/Sedges rustled ratlike
Holding the mark where weʹd gone too far
Our ginger sun slid under/Dim and dark horizons
Launching black shadows across the gray
And as the stars lit lightly/Tracing the course completed
Fingering footsteps along the way
In the starlight glimmering
Soft and shadowed and shimmering
Finned and frosted
with the breath
of another older day
With my heartbeat hammering
Breath all steaming and stammering
I could see her
I believed her
Not forgotten but delayed
But then the mist it parted/Through it the night wrens darted
My dreams dissolved back to mist and tile
No one had sent her screaming/Through the stars all streaming
No one remembered the motherʹs child
In the misty moonlight/Hopeless hope demanded
Shaping a ship from the shadowed dark
Tricks of the light and longing/Tricks of the heart and hoping
Making of moonlight a battered ark
Yet in the starlight glimmering
Soft and shadowed and shimmering
Finned and frosted
with the breath
of another older day
With my heartbeat hammering
Breath all steaming and stammering
I could see her
I believed her
Not forgotten but delayed
From Cold Space Orbital Platform Diving (Waiting for the Shoe) - in the style of David Bowie (Serious Moonlight era)
I can’t get up, no... and I can’t get down
Can’t get out of bed in the morning, I’ve just got no charm
But that’s a horse of a different color, one that I can’t ride
I can’t go back, I’ll fall in the crack that splits my aching pride
I’ll find a smile, walk the tile, shave my hairy face
Drink a strong cup of coffee, and step off into space
(And I’m waiting) - I’m just waiting for that shoe to drop
(Waiting) I’m just waiting for that shoe to drop
(Waiting) I’m just waiting, (Waiting) Anticipating
(Waiting) I’m still waiting for it, (Waiting) Anticipating waiting
(Waiting) I’m just waiting for the shoe to drop
Just don’t feel like it, but I know I’ve got to go
Feel like throwing the whole thing over, make believe I run the show
There’s more than one way to skin a cat, and I’m the cat that’s skinned
Standing here while they work their knives, asking “Where was my sin?”
While the world turns over, underneath my feet
I’m hung like a pearl on a string of beads between the cold and the heat
(And I’m waiting) - I’m just waiting for that shoe to drop
(Waiting) I’m just waiting for that shoe to drop
(Waiting) I’m just waiting, (Waiting) Anticipating
(Waiting) I’m still waiting for it, (Waiting) Anticipating waiting
(Waiting) I’m just waiting for the shoe to drop
Maybe one say I’ll head for home, strap my pack on my back
And take a dive for the ocean, though I know I’ll never get wet
You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him think
And while I’m headed for the waves, I’ll have some time to drink
I want to go in a glory, step past the speed of sound
Etch a trail across the skies ‘til my ashes hit the ground
(And I’m waiting) - I’m just waiting for that shoe to drop
(Waiting) I’m just waiting for that shoe to drop
(Waiting) I’m just waiting, (Waiting) Anticipating
(Waiting) I’m still waiting for it, (Waiting) Anticipating waiting
(Waiting) I’m just waiting for the shoe to drop
-clash