At first you might not like their looks
They’ve got long fangs and stings
You might not like the way they sound,
they buzz, but don’t have wings.
But don’t be fooled
these swarms of stingers aren’t so bad at all
You may have thought they came to fight,
But it’s a social call.
They come to talk about the rings of Saturn, where they’re
They come to learn about new worlds with new rings of their
There’s music in the rings of Saturn
But it only plays
When Stinger Fangs touch on those rings
The planet’s own DJs!
You play a planet’s rings you hear the sounds of new worlds
The music with the biggest bang, you hear creation scratching.
The mysteries of the galaxies, lie hidden in those tunes
In melodies created with the planets, stars and moons.
And secrets hidden in the songs, things that we never knew
and answers to all questions, and all of them are true.
You could listen for a hundred years and hardly hear a thing
But if you knew just where to listen, you’d hear planets sing.
They’d sing about when they were born, when galaxies were
When oceans boiled and mountains grew and clouds of gas were
They’d sing in languages no living soul has ever heard
But if you knew just how to hear them, you’d know every word.
It’s all a mystery, this music, but it’s got a beat
It’s steady as a pounding heart, you feel it in your feet.
And only through the fangs of Saturn’s Stingers are we able
To know if life began here or on some other turntable.