#echo's children

[astralynx]

[filkyeahfilk]

"They're looking for a scientist," my buddy said one day, "'Course, the only thing that's smaller than the quarters is the pay, But it does mean work in orbit--" I said "Get out of my way!" And it won't be much longer now. I've had a berth on Outward Bound since she was begun I've got a berth on Outward Bound and she's almost done I've got a berth on Outward Bound and--hey!--I've got to run! Cause it won't be much longer now. 

“Outward Bound” by Echo’s Children, perfect for when you want to bellow along to a space exploration singalong. 

Lyrics available here.

[filkyeahfilk]

Oops, oops, extravagant curses, Adding new verses to a tired old song Oh well, you can't be too picky Magic is tricky and apt to go wrong. 

“Oops” by Echo’s Children, a song written for a role-playing game. Almost all the verses detail events that actually happened over the course of the campaign.

Lyrics available on Bandcamp. 

[filkyeahfilk]

Oh, I come by it honestly if I am star-beguiled, For if I am a rover, well, I am my planet's child. The very iron in my blood has wandered wide and far-- Forged and flung from the fire's heart that fueled a foreign star. 

“My Planet’s Child,” a joyful song about space exploration by Echo’s Children.

Lyrics available on Bandcamp.

[nonlovesongoftheday]

Acts of Creation - Echo’s Children

You can tell it on the mountain, in the valley far below, But you needn't tell the craftsmen what they already know, From the author at her keyboard, to the woodwright at his lathe, Every act of creation is an act of faith!

[odense]

Oh, I come by it honestly if I am star-beguiled, For if I am a rover, well, I am my planet's child.

[filkyeahfilk]

There are wings of flesh and feather, there are wings of bone and leather There are wings of painted paper pinned to polished wooden spars But wings of force and fire never falter, never tire And the wings of human knowledge span the void between the stars.

Lyrics available on Bandcamp.

[phoebonica]

Listen/purchase: Wings by Echo's Children

Small in the plaza a lone figure stares Young in her yearnings and old in her cares. She doesn't have jewels, diamonds and rings But under her coat she has wings.