Finally, another song! I'm traveling a lot this month, which is not ideal for FAWM, but very ideal for escaping the northeast winter. Due to the enshittification of travel, I was only able to bring a #ukulele and my #zoomr4.

These words came to me while I was sitting at the gate, waiting for a ground crew. Then in line to get de-iced, and finally takeoff. My father has always referred to flying as being "in the vortex". There are rules to the vortex such as: Time does not exist in the vortex. You must yield to the vortex. Etc.

I rarely write lyrics first but want to try doing it more. I had no idea what the melody would be when I came up with them. I found the chords sitting on the beach with the uke and even pulled off a #keychange in the bridge!

I'm not super stoked on the production. Maybe I need to transpose the whole thing down a few steps to put it more comfortably in my range. But hey, happy to have another one done!

Sitting at the gate Waiting for a break I’m strapped inside a tube Being forced to sit and wait

Time does not exist You must be pacifist Just quell the inner rage And don’t resist

Stuck in the vortex Dead cerebral cortex Suspend all discomfort and relax

Hearing groans and creaks If this metal tube could speak Is it crying out in extacy Or expressing its displeased

What’s one more delay? Just wait another day Plane is running late And there’s chaos at the gate

Chorus

Push me back Taxi me Spray me with de icer Engine check let er rip

Chorus