_No_ah^{'s O}ri_gi_n

Reprinted from Songworm 3

Parody of “Noah's Song”, words and music by Nate Bucklin

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Parody lyrics ©1990-01-08 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.

Nate says that he named the original Noah’s Song because all the rhymes are with ark, and that it’s just a happy coincidence that it also sort of makes sense as the story of a modern-day Noah. With that in mind, I originally planned to name the parody after some goddess of the east, like Aurora or Eos, because all the rhymes are with east and because features on Venus are named after women and goddesses, like the two biggest mountain ranges, Ishtar and Aphrodite. It actually took me several days to realize that if I named it Noah’s Origin it would give the ending an even better twist, changing Don’t let this happen to you to Don’t make the same mistake again.

Nate is an outstanding guitarist, but he has a soft spot in his heart for all you beginning guitarists.  (I’m no kind of guitarist, myself.)  He originally wrote this in the key of F for the piano, but when I asked him for chords he transposed it to E to make it easier for you.  But then his true nature came through, and he added E-major-7ths and stuff all over the place.  Anyway, he said to tell you  Capo on the first fret.

To

E out

er space we sent our ships to find new worlds to

B7 tra

vel,

Not

B7 sat

isfied with Martian rust and dreary lunar

E gra

vel.

Ex

E plor

ers came to

Emaj7 Venus

, her

E7 sec

rets to un

A rav

el.

It’s

C#m no

worse than Los Angeles, at

B7 least

.

We

E made

our camp on Venus in the peaks of Aphro

B7 dit

e.

We

B7 built

two big strong pressure domes,

and named them  High  and

E Mi

ghty.

Our

E crops

grew up on

Emaj7 Thurs

day ’cause we’d planted them on

A Fri

day,

So at

C#m dawn

we cut them down and had a

B7 feast

.

Chorus:

As  E though  E7 this  planet were a pleasure. As  Am though  we work well under  E press ure. As  C#m though  that  F#m sky  were drawn by Escher. As the  B7 sun  sinks slowly in the  E east .

The

E press

ure domes are cozy things, with little room to

B7 rum

pus.

Our

B7 tel

escopes don’t work too well, and neither does our

E com

pass.

The

E at

mosphere weighs

Emaj7 down

just like a

E7 gi

ant set to

A stomp

us

If the

C#m plas

tic ever cracked or bent or

B7 creased

.

The

E at

mosphere on Venus is as dense as it is

B7 smog

gy.

It

B7 rains

sulfuric acid ’til your spaceship hull is

E sog

gy.

If

E an

ything had

Emaj7 lived

here it would

E7 look

like  Someone’s

A Mog

gy,

Un

C#m less

it was a diamond-plated

B7 beast

.

(Chorus)

The

E day

we dug the ruins up, I thought that I was

B7 dream

ing,

’Til

B7 I

looked down and saw the heaps of spray-can nozzles

E gleam

ing.

Her

E un

derarm

Emaj7 deodorants

left

E7 Venus

hot and

A steam

ing,

As

C#m chlor

ofluorocarbons were re

B7 leased

.

We

E read

it in the records of that old Venusian

B7 city

:

’Til

B7 they

discovered Styrofoam, their world was cool and

E pret

ty.

They

E may

have seen it

Emaj7 coming

, and it

E7 real

ly is a

A pity

Those re

C#m fusing

to desist are now de

B7 ceased

.

(Chorus)