Houston, you have a problem.
You're in a tight spot. You're in a mess.
Houston, your days are numbered.
Your credit's run out. You don't have a prayer.
Houston, you have a problem.
You're a dead man walking but don't know it yet.
Houston, your doom awaits you.
Your life is finished. The end is fucking nigh.
We're coming back. You have a problem.
Houston, you have a problem.
You're in a pickle. You're in a fix.
Houston, you're case is hopeless.
You face a crisis. You're all gonna die.
Houston, you have a problem.
You're in deep trouble. We'll give you merry hell.
Houston, no use in crying.
You cannot hide. There is nowhere to run.
We're coming back. You have a problem.
Houston, you have a problem,
You're in a big jam. Your ass belongs to us.
Houston, you're only carrion.
You're rotten dead meat decomposing fast.
Houston, you have a problem.
You're so screwed. The shit has hit the fan.
Houston, it's time for winding
The countdown clock for your ultimate demise.
Yorkshire songwriter and guitarist Kindelan explores life's in-between moments on a debut EP of soulful and sweet jazz. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 1, 2023