A 14-year old Fred wrote a Jules Verne pastiche. Can the 63-year old Fred make it work with a little help from his friends? Judge for yourself.
Roseiro, LAVÍNIA: lead vocals
Chagas, PAULO:
flute
Lessing, FRED:
acoustic guitar, bass guitar, keyboard,
metallophone, melodica, vocals
Soares, TIAGO:
vocals
Welcome to our dreamship. Come now,
join our fellowship
We’ll fly high, we’ll cruise the sky - we’re going to the moon
As we cruise the endless void, Berlioz tunes shall be our fuel
Sheets for sails, flowers
the
nails – our star maps the only tool
Oceans of the moon, dying much too soon
Oceans of the moon, don’t leave me alone
As our starship rests aground, we promenade adventure-bound
Looking down onto a green pre-historic jungle scene
Beasts of every kind
Beaches of white sand, creatures in the deep sea
Strolling over far land, five o’clock – it's time for tea
As we cruise the endless void, Brahmsian tunes shall be our fuel
Crystal domes filled with stars, sailing past bright red Mars
Pray, don't wake us from our dream
Oceans of the moon, dying much too soon
Oceans of the moon, don’t leave me alone
Beaches of white sand, creatures in the deep sea
Strolling over far land, five o’clock – it's time for tea
With a compass in hand
We cross lunar sand.
Winged reptiles soar
Footprints on the shore.
Aim your telescope high
Into the
daymoon
sky.
Into the daymoon
Sky
[Sir
Frederick]
My dear lady Rosewood, would you like some tea?
[Miss Rosewood]
Oh, that'd be most delectable, Sir
Frederick
[Sir Frederick]
Milk?
[Miss Rosewood]
Just a drop, please
[Miss Rosewood]
My good Sir James, say, what are our
plans for tomorrow?
[Sir James]
Well, would a chipper promenade along the
lunar coastline suit you?
[Miss Rosewood]
Hear hear, Sir James!
[Sir
Frederick]
A
jolly splendid
venture, indeed!
[Sir James] I say, isn't that a pterodactyl…?