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+title: (Pluto Is | Is Pluto) A Planet!  
+permalink: sotd-2016-01-29  
+date: 2016-01-29  
+  
+release_artist: Song of the Day  
+  
+  
+--synopsis  
+I was number nine, a proud little sphere,  
+Drifting in darkness, year after year.  
+They taught me in schools, I had my own place,  
+Till science came ‘round and wiped off my face.  
+--synopsis  
+  
+more_label: Lyrics    
+    
+--more  
+[Verse 1]  
+[Pluto's voice]  
+I was number nine, a proud little sphere,  
+Drifting in darkness, year after year.  
+They taught me in schools, I had my own place,  
+Till science came ‘round and wiped off my face.  
+  
+[Verse 2]  
+[Astronomer's voice]  
+You’re cute, no doubt, with your frosty glow,  
+But rules are rules, and now you know:  
+Too much debris in your orbital lane,  
+A planet clears house; that’s the game.  
+  
+[synth break]  
+[Chorus; Pluto's voice]  
+I’m not just dust, I’m a cosmic sprite,  
+Spinning in the Kuiper with pride and spite.  
+Say what you will; I’m small but brash.  
+You can’t erase me, I’m planetary panache.  
+  
+[pause]  
+[Verse 3;]  
+[Astronomer's voice]  
+I peer through the scopes with precision and care,  
+Your orbit's askew? That’s just not fair.  
+Your path’s too wild, your size too slight—  
+A planet clears house but you gave up the fight.  
+  
+[Verse 4]  
+[Pluto's voice]  
+Hey now, Earthlings, I’ve got moons galore—  
+Charon and crew, who could ask for more?  
+I’ve got ice volcanoes, I’ve got a heart,  
+What other “dwarf” pulls that kind of art?  
+  
+[Bridge]  
+[Pluto's voice]  
+They changed the rules when I wasn’t looking,  
+Demoted me while the cosmos kept cooking.  
+But kids still draw me with a smiley face!  
+A lonely rock with a lot of grace.  
+  
+[drop]  
+  
+[Chorus; together]  
+I’m not just dust, I’m a cosmic sprite,  
+Spinning in the Kuiper in endless night.  
+Say what you will; I’m small but brash.  
+Now you know me, I’ve got panache.  
+  
+[Spoken Interlude: soft synth pad and cosmic wind]  
+[Pluto's voice ]  
+(You found me in 1930.)  
+(Named me the ninth.)  
+(I circled quietly, distant, dutiful.)  
+(But before I could even complete a single orbit…)  
+(they took it all away.)  
+[drop]  
+(Seventy-six Earth years; Just a third of a Pluto year.)  
+(Not even one birthday.)  
+(The Cake Is A Lie)  
+  
+[Verse 5; Mournful, slow, minor key]  
+[Pluto's voice]  
+Out past the giants where starlight fades,  
+I drift through the dark in elliptical shades.  
+The sun is a speck, my days are slow...  
+No one comes calling in this frozen show.  
+  
+My heart may be ice, but it beats just the same,  
+Etched on my surface like love and shame.  
+Demoted, alone, with no golden ring...  
+Just echoes of children who used to sing.  
+  
+[Final Chorus; softer, half-time feel]  
+[Pluto's voice]  
+I’m not just dust, I’m a cosmic sprite,  
+King of the Kuiper at the edge of night.  
+Say what you will; I’m small but brash!  
+Please don't forget me, (We can't forget you)  
+I’m planetary panache.  
+  
+[Outro: tubular bells + slow fade]  
+… ∞ … //\\ … . . .  
+...  
+[end]  
+--more