_Familiarity

Reprinted from Songworm 3

Parody of “Dreaming”, words and music by Kathy Mar

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Parody lyrics ©1989-06-28 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.

I

A stood

in the spaceport, my hands full of papers,

With the

D signs

painting garish designs on my

E face

,

A

A wait

ing my turn at the art-deco counter

To

D pur

chase a ticket to take me to

E space

.

And I

F# cursed

the slow agents and

B7 snail

-like computers,

And

C all

of those forms they make

G pass

engers deal with,

With

Bm no

thought at all that the

B pass

engers’ patience

Might

E quick

ly wear thin at the

E7 mad

dening

A pace

.

I

A stood

at the counter and glared at the agent.

I

D felt

just like wringing her scaly blue

E neck

.

Ten

A min

utes had passed since my forms had been entered,

And de

D lays

can make me a complete nervous

E wreck

.

Just how

F# long

can it take for a

B7 few

hundred dollars

To

C trans

fer from banks in New

G York

and Chicago

By

Bm way

of nearby geo

B synch

ronous relays?

It’s

E not

like I paid with an

E7 off

-planet

A check

.

I

A stood

at the window, and gazed down in horror:

The

D lug

gage I’d need at the end of my

E flight

Was

A glid

ing away on a robot conveyor

To

D van

ish inside the third ship on the

D right

.

But that

F# third

ship was heading for

B7 Al

pha Centauri!

I

C knew

, by the time I arrived at Ca

G no

pus,

My

Bm clothes

and guitar would take

B years

to recover,

Be

E tween

all those forms and the

E7 damn

speed of

A light

.

P P P

I

A stand

in the airport, imagining spaceflight.

It’s

D still

an inspiring dream, to be

E sure

.

But

A dreams

keep on turning to tedious substance,

The

D ever

yday wonders we learn to ig

E nor

e.

We must

F# not

take for granted our

B7 dail

y adventures

And

C lose

all our wonder in

G ever

yday headaches.

If

Bm all

our inventions get

B hum

drum so quickly,

Then

E what

do we bother in

E7 ven

ting them

A for

?