Tack My Name Words and music by Leslie Fish © 2022I hear the astronomers are raising money peddling real-estate light-years far. Send in cash, they'll change the registry: tack your name on a distant star. Choose me a star somewhere in the mid-range: not too dim and not too bright, One with planets of some ecology. Let my name give someone light. Years from now when I'm long underground, some explorer will come and see Lots of land for pioneer settlers under a sun named after me. Send me your refugees, oddballs, malcontents, those that governments throw away. They'll soon grow to be poets and singers with my namesake to light their way. Maybe my ghost will wander among them, doing my share to keep them free. There'll be no tyrants, slaves or go-alongs under a sun named after me! I hear the astronomers are peddling star-names. Tell me who and where they are. I won't need an Earthly monument with my name on a rising star.