Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with you

(spoken)
Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff

This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare

    "This is Major Tom to Ground Control
     I'm stepping through the door
     And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
     And the stars look very different today

     For here
     Am I sitting in a tin can
     Far above the world
     Planet Earth is blue
     And there's nothing I can do

     Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
     I'm feeling very still
     And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
     Tell my wife I love her very much she knows"

Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you....

    "Here am I floating round my tin can
     Far above the Moon
     Planet Earth is blue
     And there's nothing I can do."

       

                last night was about the worst night i've ever seen in my house... 

this morning i woke up not feeling very good and i didn't go to dance or to chloe's 

birthday party. i hope you had a lovely one though chloe:) alyssa came over to study 

for our finals, we baked cookies even though i still felt crappy and i really shouldn't have 

eaten them. as carrie said so many monthes ago, "LIVI! DON'T THROW YOUR COOKIES!" 

ag...i really feel like i'm going to. we also had plenty of watermelon and freah picked 

strawberries. mmm...i love summer because it brings fruit. 

    i helped alyssa quite a bit with her science. or i hope i did...i made her a ten 

question quiz and we didn't have time to complete it. so i'm hoping she did okay 

on it if she bothered with it at all. i still have a lot of math homework to do. i wanted 

to get it all done today but because i have awful habits, i didn't. i'm going to try and 

finish my 48th book so i can get going on 49.



                     i wonder if i'm old enough to work at home depot...



        allergies RULE!





     -Livi





I still don't know what I was waiting for

And my time was running wild

A million dead-end streets

Every time I thought I'd got it made

It seemed the taste was not so sweet

So I turned myself to face me

But I've never caught a glimpse

Of how the others must see the faker

I'm much too fast to take that test



Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

(Turn and face the strain)

Ch-ch-Changes

Don't want to be a richer man

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

(Turn and face the strain)

Ch-ch-Changes

Just gonna have to be a different man

Time may change me

But I can't trace time



I watch the ripples change their size

But never leave the stream

Of warm impermanence and

So the days float through my eyes

But still the days seem the same

And these children that you spit on

As they try to change their worlds

Are immune to your consultations

They're quite aware of what they're going through



Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

(Turn and face the strain)

Ch-ch-Changes

Don't tell t hem to grow up and out of it

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

(Turn and face the strain)

Ch-ch-Changes

Where's your shame

You've left us up to our necks in it

Time may change me

But you can't trace time



Strange fascination, fascinating me

Changes are taking the pace I'm going through



Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

(Turn and face the strain)

Ch-ch-Changes

Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

(Turn and face the strain)

Ch-ch-Changes

Pretty soon you're gonna get a little older

Time may change me

But I can't trace time

I said that time may change me

But I can't trace time 





Ziggy played guitar, jammin' good with Weird and Gilly,

The spiders from Mars, he played it left hand

But made it too far

Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band



Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo

Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling

He could leave 'em to hang

Came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan



So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls

Just a beer light to guide us

So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?



Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we was voodoo

The kids was just crass. He was the nazz

With God given ass

He took it all too far, but boy could he play guitar



Making love with his ego, Ziggy sucked up into his mind

Like a leper messiah

When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band

Ziggy played guitar