Story Behind The Song
Our Loco Moto project needed a final track mixing social commentary and satire. We also liked to write the satire for a niche and there's no better niche than Star Trek so in this episode, Kirk is revealing he's been really on a5 year mission looking for love. But he went back in time only to discover what 21st century women can really be like... at least in Iowa anyway. Official Video at LocoMotoMusic.com
Song Description
Standard verse chorus rock track but with a frantic break-down (warp speed) lead section. Vocals are edgy with really clean backing tracks about of course, some Star Trek satire.
| Song Length |
4:11 |
Genre |
Rock - Classic, Unique - Parody |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Repulsive, Beside Yourself |
Subject |
Searching for Love, Disgust |
| Similar Artists |
Alice Cooper, Kiss |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
You might say I've been around, I was the man on the scene. Yeah I've loved em all, But some were just a little green.
So when I looked back in time I need someone more my kind. A little Midwestern, with eyes to the skies. Imagine my surprise.
Beam me up Scotty, gotta get out of this place. Take my advice they don't play nice. Beam me up Scotty, back to our kind of space. No more tattoo'd mamma's shopping Walmart in pajamas. Beam me up Scotty, what the hell's wrong with this race.
I'll turn around, double down, split myself in half and leave the mean. Maybe that'll to tame 'em 'cause nothing's gonna shame 'em they're a vicious breed.
They're packing guns, dancing for ones. I need someone without a hit and run . It's back to the future and trolling the skies. It's been 5 years where's my prize?
Beam me up Scotty, gotta get out of this place. They just inhaled all my Romulan ale. Beam me up Scotty, back to our kind of space. The prime directive should have never been rejected. Beam me up Scotty, what the hell's wrong with this race.
They're hazardous, illogica, barely comprehendible. Mixing them with alcohol they multiply like tribble balls. Beam me up Scotty and engage warp speed.
Beam me up Scotty, gotta get out of this place They don't think twice, they're parasites. Beam me up Scotty, back to our kind of space. They don't want no protection now I've got a post infection. Beam me up Scotty, what the hell's wrong with this race.