Lunar Filk Sing
Words by Bob Kannefsky © 2020-05-25
TTTO Let It Be by John Lennon and Paul McCartney


When I try to host a lunar filk sing,
Albert Einstein comes to me.
Speaking laws of physics:
Speed of c.

You cannot sing along like
You were standing right in front of me.
That would break the limit:
Speed of c.

Chorus:
	Speed of c. Speed of c. Speed of c. Speed of c.
	Not to mention router latency.
	As all the kindest-hearted people
	Living ‘round the world agree,
	Singalongs sound awful.
	Speed of c.

As long as they are parted
There is zero chance of harmony.
What makes it sound awful?
Speed of c.

Chorus:
	Speed of c. Speed of c. Speed of c. Speed of c.
	Not to mention router latency.
	If networks could be perfect,
	There is still a light-speed quandary.
	Even back on Terra,
	Speed of c.

That makes your transatlantic music
One eighth note delayed for me.
Round trip is a quarter.
Speed of c.

Chorus:
	Speed of c. Speed of c. Speed of c. Speed of c.
	Not to mention router latency.