lambdaminer_edwin: Cigar box ukulele, looking strangely like a robot face, under a red light (Default)
Off to London, to meet up with the other Pensive Teapots and plot things for the upcoming UK filk con. There may be shenanigans. If there are no shenanigans, something has gone wrong. I am accompanied by Evans the Song, a decent (maybe indecent) collection of harmonicas, and a nagging feeling that I should be marking exams.

Evans the Song, incidentally, is my new 8 string, steel-string, baritone ukulele. By the time there's three modifiers, is it even still a ukulele? I don't care, I think it sounds lovely.
lambdaminer_edwin: Cigar box ukulele, looking strangely like a robot face, under a red light (Default)
But today is not that day. I have lots of exams to mark this week so obviously I've been doing anything but that. For example, yesterday I did some mucking about on my ukulele and came up with this. It's just a demo but I quite like how it's turned out so I thought I'd share (I always say that when a song is a day old though).

It's called "One Day" and shares my hope that one day we'll go back to the Moon, and maybe even retrieve and investigate some of the tat the Apollo crews left there. I suppose nobody told them to "Take only photographs and leave only footprints" :).



Lyrics:

The dust has settled now for many years
Humankind has shed a billion tears
Perhaps the flag is standing but the colours fade away
As it waits for us to go back there one day

Take pictures, leave your footprints when you go
Undisturbed by any wind or rain or snow
Footsteps in the sand dunes that will never be retraced
Unless somebody goes back there one day

One small step remains
We leave as we came
Footsteps in the sand dunes that will never be retraced
Unless somebody goes back there one day
Unless somebody goes back there one day

A statue lies forgotten in the rocks
In memory of former comrades lost
The rovers stand abandoned, blending in the lunar grey
Until the driver goes back there one day

Features made by asteroids long gone
A hammer and a feather land as one
A golf ball's in a crater but there's no-one left to play
At least until we go back there one day

One small step remains
We leave as we came
A golf ball's in a crater but there's no-one left to play
At least until we go back there one day
At least until we go back there one day

All that's left are these fading dreams and ghosts
But God willing we'll return with peace and hope
Tranquility is clinging to mementos of our stay
And wishing that we'd go back there one day

One small step remains
We leave as we came
Tranquility is clinging to mementos of our stay
And wishing that we'd go back there one day
Wishing that we'd go back there one day

Stardust

Jan. 1st, 2026 01:11 pm
lambdaminer_edwin: Cigar box ukulele, looking strangely like a robot face, under a red light (Default)
I wrote this a couple of days ago, so I thought I'd try posting it here as an experiment. We're blobs of stardust, blessed with the gift of consciousness, and yet we put up with... *waves hands around* ...all this.



Wielding our umbrellas to ward off the morning rain
Squeeze onto the platform then we're shoehorned on the train
Be productive and be faithful and rewards will trickle down
Promises of riches and renown

Watch the clock for long enough so we can pay the bills
Mortgages and MOTs and time to make a will
Exchanging our apologies for every late reply
Going back and forth until we die

But we're all made of stardust with the gift of being alive
Dreaming of a changing wind, a turning of the tides
A present from the heavens that is busy nine till five
But never asking why

Keep the fires burning while believing this is fine
Paying close attention what is yours and what is mine
Drifting through existence while your time is marching on
It's easy to forget where you are from

We're all made of stardust with the gift of being alive
Dreaming of a changing wind, a turning of the tides
A present from the heavens that is busy nine till five
But never asking why
Never asking why

We've just one fleeting moment in the sun
We'll be dancing with Andromeda in one beat of the drum

We're all made of stardust with the gift of being alive
Dreaming of a changing wind, a turning of the tides
A present from the heavens that is busy nine till five
But never asking why
Never asking why

Hello!

Dec. 31st, 2025 10:35 pm
lambdaminer_edwin: Cigar box ukulele, looking strangely like a robot face, under a red light (Default)
It's very nearly 2026 here. Happy new year! I thought I might give Dreadwidth a go, although I'm really just writing this to see what it looks like when I have a post up.

Perhaps there will be more later. Perhaps not. Let's see what happens.

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