Space Cat Odyssey Lyrics

Tom Nook, Tom the raccoon crook

Tom took my pride in swift strides

Right after I sat beside and lied

To a man I felt obligated to confide

All my secrets to beneath the immeasurable blue

Or rather a shifting hue

The clouds were passing through

Obstructing the frail sun, at that point, painted so pale

As I journeyed to some avail

Failed by the pitiful propulsion along the rail

Debris sickened air, or that tell-tale sign of a tail

(An impending anxiety with my will starting to bend)

At Nine P.M. I was at the end

Of the line. In a shrink-wrapped hometown of mine

A pristine synthetic smile sent

Glass shocks down through my spine

"Welcome home! You're not known

You are all alone. You are alone

Don't worry your little head." Tom said

"I will put you in a bed, I will find you a home"

Despite what he was saying it felt like he was weighing

My worth, and for what it's worth

It didn't seem as though he were laying

The foundations of my financial devastation

The keys were given without reservation

I could discerningly tell pressures held

The need for bells: specifically my bells

Tom's well of good will starting to run dry

What little water left laced with lye

Whispering, "It's time, fine friend of mine

Get in line. Grab whatever tool you can find"

Alluding to treasures underneath or in the trees

Or possibly working criminally close to free

Clothed like my creditor, rehashing his creed

Conscious of my condemnation

My somewhat systematic relaxation

Was nothing more than an appeasement for more

A larger home or decorations I had no use for

My material motivations apparent unlike before

Unstitching my pursuits for spare change

Making the strange town seem deranged

Tom seemed hurt, a shift that burned

Firmly told me to put my words on the curb

Then stomped every objection that he heard

Turning my corporeal form to weeds growing

Changing my hands to paws floating

I was choking on my self engulfed in hair

Rising to somewhere far more fair

The rocket ship carried the kitten

Softly scared and severely smitten

Slicing through the scarlet skies

Plastic clouds linked by zip ties

Wondering whiskers against the glass

Into the blackness uncontrollably fast

Widening the inches between the stars

Seated in a plutonium cone shaped car

Then turned his head back to earth

Meowing softly in regret at first

Thinking of friends left behind

Or lamenting what his love would find

Released only by the gravity around

None of which was to be found

Among cosmic pebbles spiraling in shapes

Not ready to find out what movement takes

Crash Landing, a misunderstanding

Between the rocket car and forces of gravity

The scientist witnessed all of this

Through the lens of a telescope adjusted finely

The master of science recognized the reliance

Of the kitten precariously pitted in peril

Trapped deeply inside, the methods of his ride

Echoing a tortured scream ringing, "Terrible!"

Rushing so soon to the top of the moon

In her scientifically calibrated hot fume balloon

Searing intentions pierced the icy extensions

Of the sick ship trapping a dreadful tune

The space cat came out with a joyous shout

Without knowing a thing about his unlikely savior

Greeting, with a meow, meaning, "Good evening

Thank you for the considerate display of kind behavior"

The scientist replied finding her beliefs aligned

Taking time with a sigh and slow mindful meow

Trying to say, "I'm glad I saved the day

But there are some concerns I must speak aloud

Recall the colors that smothered your eyes

Fantastic plastic hues seamlessly tied together?

Neither the chemical aroma or decimated biota

Can be considered consequences of the weather

The trajectory of this most surely tragic story

Is still uncomfortably fixated on you

Possibly because of gender in spite of my ingenuity

This restful reality, in actuality, is only arbitrarily true"

The intended meanings of the meowed things

Ultimately were lost in translation

The space kitten looked at the scientist

His head crooked in a confused fascination

Then a sudden event had the space cat attentive

Peering past his perceptions into the scientist's hand

Seeing a seductive and solitary remote button

Linked to a science machine to get him out of this jam

And he wanted to get out of this jam

The paw was on the button: enormous and red

Despite his anxiety the kitten quietly said

"I think I'm ready to go home now

I think I'm ready to go home now"

The science machine made a considerable click

Followed by the moonscape's massive split

The ground broke in jagged twisting arcs

And the kittens were swallowed by the dark

Falling beneath the surface feeling tragic

Wishing that the clouds were not still plastic

Dreading their expected roles in the world

The thought of credit making their blood cut

Closing their eyes, mid-fall at last

Reforming their beings somewhere in the past

I awoke, peering up from my game

Between my love and a stranger on the train