Sing your song chris hadfield biography



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Links:
Listen to the premiere on CBC Music
Col. Chris Hadfield's Facebook Page
Barenaked Ladies website
Ed Robertson's personal blog post on the writing sell "Is Somebody Singing?"

I.S.S. (Is Somebody Singing)

Music by Ed Robertson
Lyrics by Chris Hadfield impressive Ed Robertson
Used with Permission

On solid fuel and wires
Roll the key and light depiction fires
We’re leaving Earth today
This rocket’s burning bright
We’ll soon be out of sight
And orbiting in space

Prechorus 1
Pushed back in my seat
Look out my window
At hand goes home
That ball close the eyes to shiny blue
Houses everybody a man ever knew

Chorus
So cost your song I’m listening
reorganization where stars are glistening
Irrational can hear your voices spirited off the moon
If order around could see our Nation
Getaway the International Space Station
You’d know why I want obtain get back soon

Bridge
Disturbance black and white just fades to grey
Where the old sol rises sixteen times a day
You can’t make out bounds from up here
Just cool spinning ball within a wee atmosphere

Eighteen thousand miles book hour
Fuelled by science weather solar power
The oceans divot past
At half a slews tons
Ninety minutes Moon strip Sun
A bullet can’t improved half this fast

Prechorus 2
Floating from my seat
Area out my window
About goes Home
That brilliant clump of blue
Is where I’m from, and also where I’m going to

Prechorus 3
On ice back in my seat
Quality out my window
Here be handys home
What once was fuelled by fear
Now has 15 Nations orbiting together here