The ballad of a bowling pin shaped space capsule, containing the DNA of a vibrant civilization, that hopes to rebuild their homeworld somewhere far-flung and wonderful in the universe.
Lyrics and arrangement by David Buoy
VERSE 1:
It’s a roll down the cosmic lane
A starship holding their genetic chain
But will they find a world to begin,
Civilization re-racked to win?
But the collabonauts have come so far
Some forgotten their lives before
Seeds without soil still want to grow
Strikes and gutters are all they know
Countless lives in this bowling pin
Will they ever hook home, again?
Or spin endlessly through the stars
As they remind themselves of…
CHORUS 1:
Shrimp dreams shot into the cosmos
A thousand fingers on the bowling ball
Wobbling forward one and all
To cosmic wonder or failure
Seeds in space still want to grow
Strikes and gutters are all they know
A thousand fingers let go and hope to score
Strikes and gutters forever more
VERSE 2:
They’ll roll long as dreams are bold
With their future in the cargo hold
The captain turns to you as a friend,
And gives you their blessing again:
Pick up the bowling ball of your heart
From the eternal ball return
Roll the bowling ball of your heart
If you didn’t feel, it’s not art
Countless lives in our bowling pin
Will we ever hook home, again?
A thousand fingers let go and hope to score…
As we remind ourselves of…
CHORUS 2:
Shrimp dreams shot into the cosmos
A thousand fingers on the bowling ball
Wobbling forward one and all
To cosmic wonder or failure
Seeds in space still need to grow
Strikes and gutters are all we know
Our fingers let go and hope to score
Strikes and gutters forever more
