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Being An Account of the Amazing, Improbable Journey of a Mr. Phineas T. Snodgrass, Balloonist Extraordinaire

from Player Piano by Building Rockets

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Pull up the final stake, my dear, and upward we shall depart. The air is crisp but our balloon is warm, and we become light as the stars. Look how the buildings fall away, the shrinking of the London streets, whose trudging gait we let drop away and plot our course above the sea. Our balloon shall set itself on the lunar shore. We'll leave the troubles of poor London far behind. Astronomers will bestow new names upon us, and our mothers' names will make the front page of the Times. Your eyes no longer a scullery maid's, our hearts are now kin to gulls', and I no more a stable boy shall die now that I heed a poet's call. Your winsome beauty shames the sun, and brings a cynic to his knees; your sighs make the zephyr catch his breath and wring tears from the Pleiades. Our balloon shall set itself on the lunar shore. We'll leave the troubles of poor London far behind. Astronomers will bestow new names upon us, and our mothers' names will make the front page of the Times.

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from Player Piano, released April 27, 2007
Sam Heath - vocals, guitars, bass, kazoo, mandolin, percussion
Scott Littler - drums

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Building Rockets Austin, Texas

Building Rockets is occasionally a band and occasionally a bedroom recording project.

It sounds a little like The Pixies and Wilco covering Fountains of Wayne songs while “Abbey Road” plays in the background.

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