[NDC TT] No place to land

future punk, sci-fi folk, fiddle, glitch effects, sub-bass wobbles, cinematic synth pads

Nordic Discord Challenge - Throwback Thursdays
Genre: Future Punk
Theme: Who Would You Be in the Year 3000

Lyrics:

I am a space pirate in the year 3000
Yeah, that’s a real job, deal with it

There’s no home planet calling me back
No sky, no ground, no sunlight
Just cold metal decks and a worn-out chair
And the same dead stars everywhere

I took this life ‘cause nothing else stayed
Every honest road already decayed
So I fly this wreck through black and blue
And take what’s left, same as you would too

Crew keeps quiet, we don’t share much
Just do the job and don’t lose your touch
We eat when we win, we drift when we don’t
Fix what we can, ignore what we won’t

No speeches here, no grand ideals
Just contracts, targets, and how it feels
To keep breathing one more day out here
Where help don’t come and death stays near

I am a space pirate in the year 3000
No badge, no law, no one accounting
If I take your cargo, don’t make a sound
That’s just how things work this far out

Used to be I had something like a plan
Something clean, something close to a man
But space don’t care what you used to be
It strips that down till there’s nothing to see

Now I trust my ship and a loaded hand
And the few who stayed when things got bad
The rest moved on or turned to dust
Out here you learn what deserves your trust

Engines hum like a tired old song
Not pretty, not right, but it drags along
Every jump’s a risk we choose to take
Every deal could be our last mistake

But I won’t stop, wouldn’t know how to
This life’s the only one that rings true
No peace to find, no clean way out
Just one more run and a different route

I am a space pirate in the year 3000
Still flying quiet, still not backing down
If you see my lights, just turn around
Ain’t nothing here that you want found

I don’t need glory, I don’t need fame
Just fuel in the tank and a working name
Keep my ship flying, keep my crew fed
That’s enough reason to wake up not dead

Check the guns
Count the rounds
We fly now

I am a space pirate in the year 3000
No past worth keeping, no future promised
Just this ship and the dark I ride
And whatever’s left on the other side

Year 3000
Still flying on
No place to land
So I carry on

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Nordic Discord Challenge - Throwback Thursdays Genre: Future Punk Theme: Who Would You Be in the Year 3000 Lyrics: I am a space pirate in the year 3000 Yeah, that’s a real job, deal with it There’s no home planet calling me back No sky, no ground, no sunlight Just cold metal decks and a worn-out chair And the same dead stars everywhere I took this life ‘cause nothing else stayed Every honest road already decayed So I fly this wreck through black and blue And take what’s left, same as you would too Crew keeps quiet, we don’t share much Just do the job and don’t lose your touch We eat when we win, we drift when we don’t Fix what we can, ignore what we won’t No speeches here, no grand ideals Just contracts, targets, and how it feels To keep breathing one more day out here Where help don’t come and death stays near I am a space pirate in the year 3000 No badge, no law, no one accounting If I take your cargo, don’t make a sound That’s just how things work this far out Used to be I had something like a plan Something clean, something close to a man But space don’t care what you used to be It strips that down till there’s nothing to see Now I trust my ship and a loaded hand And the few who stayed when things got bad The rest moved on or turned to dust Out here you learn what deserves your trust Engines hum like a tired old song Not pretty, not right, but it drags along Every jump’s a risk we choose to take Every deal could be our last mistake But I won’t stop, wouldn’t know how to This life’s the only one that rings true No peace to find, no clean way out Just one more run and a different route I am a space pirate in the year 3000 Still flying quiet, still not backing down If you see my lights, just turn around Ain’t nothing here that you want found I don’t need glory, I don’t need fame Just fuel in the tank and a working name Keep my ship flying, keep my crew fed That’s enough reason to wake up not dead Check the guns Count the rounds We fly now I am a space pirate in the year 3000 No past worth keeping, no future promised Just this ship and the dark I ride And whatever’s left on the other side Year 3000 Still flying on No place to land So I carry on

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