Space Herpes

 

With all the attention on the Coronavirus, everyone seems to have forgotten about space herpes (https://news.sky.com/story/nasa-issues-space-herpes-warning-as-virus-reactivates-in-astronauts-11669335). I haven’t, and I’m using space herpes to fulfill a request from Lewis Winn, my trusty music guru and a phenomenal jazz guitarist (you can listen to Lewis and Milo Jaramillo on “All that Jazz” recorded live in 2017 at our local KUNM radio station: https://www.kunm.org/post/lewis-winn-milo-jaramillo-all-jazz).

Lewis is the one person, besides Laurie, who tells me exactly what he thinks about my parodies. Lewis found my early parodies to be “bloody awful”, but funny and entertaining. Lewis thought my last parody, La Llorona, was not up to par on the bloody awful scale and he emailed me a simple question: “But gee, can’t you just make America bloody awful again?”

I think I have done a pretty bloody good job making America bloody awful again with Space Herpes — strained vocals, rough guitars, sporadic bass, and a silly video with cheesy special effects. The Legos® characters where gracious enough to help with another video, and the one redeeming part of Space Herpes is the drum track is played by Ian Paice, drummer for Deep Purple. Space Herpes is a parody of Deep Purple’s Space Truckin’ off their Machine Head album released 48 years ago this month.

Space Herpes

Music: Deep Purple
Lyrics: Timothy Price
Guitars: Timothy Price
Bass: Timothy Price
Drums: Ian Paice

Well we lip locked with the Vals on Venus
We were making out a lot on Mars
We’re smooching with the groovy aliens
Kissed across the universe a far

We messed around with Borealis
We got space herpes from the stars

Oh no oh no oh no
we got space herpes
oh no oh no oh no
space herpes

Remember when we kissed the moon rocks
Swinging around the Milky Way
We found Uranus was a rude shock
Pluto doesn’t see the light of day

We’re messin’ round in the solar system
And got space herpes along the way

Oh no oh no oh no
we got space herpes
oh no oh no oh no
space herpes

The Fireball we drank was burning
And now we have a new routine
Yeah yeah yeah yeah Marline said
They can kiss, but they cannot sing

We’re messin’ round in the solar system
Swinging around the Milky Way
We messed around with Borealis
Got space herpes everyday

Oh no oh no oh no
we got space herpes
oh no oh no oh no
space herpes

Oh no oh no oh no
we got space herpes
oh no oh no oh no
space herpes