Bigger On The Inside: A Time Traveller's Mixtape

by More Or Les

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DO NOT SPEND YOUR MONEY ON THIS! This is my FREE fan fiction dedication to the longest running sci-fi program in the world, so please just download and enjoy.

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released 04 November 2013

Mixtape art by Nat Janin ---> www.natdraws.com

All beats, rhymes and cuts by More Or Les except:
03 - rhymes by More Or Les, Ghettosocks and The Wordburglar
04 - produced by MisterE
07 - produced by Milk Plus
08 - produced by Paul Chin

All tracks Redorded and Mixed by Ted "Measuring Man" Onyszczak at Silverbirch Studios
All tracks Mastered by Andy Krehm for Silverbirch Studios

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Track Name: Bigger On The Inside
Bigger On The Inside

Written by More Or Les
Leslie Seaforth (SOCAN)

VERSE ONE:
It was a type
Forty Mark three T-A-R-D-
I-S, awfully gorgeous. Called me
to her to leave my home world and I
could not resist, so I said Goodbye
to Boredom. Started her up, started exploring the
universe - time-and space, because the ship can do the
two of 'em. (The) Alien race that I'm a part of's into
ruling 'em - well, more like overseeing. And that was my
problem: being unable to experience anything,
due to “noninterference” (rules). Not in the spirit of livin'.
So my mission: live life to the fullest.
Easily accomplished, wit this magic trick I'm pulling called
Regeneration. Recover from any fatal wound,
but my personality changes with my appearance too.
From holding a walking stick to a recorder, playing tunes;
reversing polarity flows; wearing a scarf six meters too long;
real strong cricket game; sneaky plans too
fantastic to simply say "allons y" to.
Ramble everywhere and get into trouble quite swiftly,
for nine-hundred years of adventure - but feels like fifty!

CHORUS:
My ship travels through space and time, and is bigger on the inside (3 x’s)
My ship travels through space and time, and is bigger…

VERSE TWO:
...due to Trans dimensional Physics. I'm planning to visit
every possible world if I'm given the opportunity,
but the one I see most often is Earth.
Of all the ones aliens wanna’ take over, it's the first
on their list. And since Time can be rewritten,
I will fight to keep a heart and time piece tickin’
with no guns. No fun for some. Me? I'd rather use
my brain, two hearts, and sonic screwdriver to kill no one.
Show up not always where I wanna’ go but need to go
even though I set the correct coordinates, “insubordinate
machine!” Stumble upon a scene, reveal an evil scheme,
topple a whole regime just in time for tea
at Breakfast – ‘cause it's a time machine - you never have to wait for
Breakfast! Lest I stress it: yes, it's best if
you let me drive - a causal nexus wrecked is
cause to get upset, with Reapers next to flex, since --

CHORUS:
My ship travels through space and time, and is bigger on the inside (4 x’s)

VERSE THREE:
Time Lord renegade from the planet Gallifrey,
always on the run, escape death traps, and left back
aliens on earth get saved. But usually impress a human and gain
a companion traveling wit me - stay in that old ship that's
disguised itself as a police box made on twentieth century Earth. No change:
Chameleon circuit is to blame. Guess that's just left at
that form forever. Endeavour to better the whole of Space and never surrender
to cosmic offenders, no matter they’re men or giant salt and pepper shakes.
Great that they never got into the ship,
'cause the TARDIS state of grace is always on the fritz,
and the Eye of Harmony getting ripped open is a hitch
nobody wants – every sun exploding stops a lotta stuff
from happening. Run a ship, but not the captain - a
Doctor: the man who makes people better. Don't bother
to ask for my name, it’ll never be spoken. Better off to
ask if it's cool to wear a Fez. The answer is "yes"!

CHORUS:
My ship travels through space and time, and is bigger on the inside (4 x’s)


© Leslie Seaforth 2013.
Track Name: Get Exterminated!
Get Exterminated!

Written by More Or Les
Leslie Seaforth (SOCAN)

VERSE ONE:
From the underground of a burned out planet known as Skaro,
the birth occurred of a great evil we will see terrorize tomorrow:
A mutant form of humanoid due to generations of fighting
with chemicals, radiation in combination wit' abominations of science
by the Chief Scientist of the, Kaled people – Davros –
in a conflict with the Thals, that lasted for about a thou, with no
clear winner just a mound of dead land to fight over. Down to end the
planetary comp with a mutant locked into a tank that'll wipe you out: it's the
Mark Three Travel Machine, equipped wit a death ray and
polycarbonate armor that's hard to scratch, let alone penetrate. To make
the mutants killers, all useful emotions, but their hate
were removed, and accelerate their evolution and get the name "Dalek" –
an anagram of the word "Kalled". And Kalleds had debate (debate)
on whether or not these mutants should live. But the meeting was just some bait (some bait)
to kill opposition. Not listen to even their creator. Just take the
whole universe you'll hear the words "exterminate."

CHORUS (2 x’s):
Conquering your planet with no way for you to withstand it
are creatures from another world that are more horrible than you could imagine.
You could try to fight back - you'll get exterminated.
You might think you might last - you'll get exterminated!

VERSE TWO:
Twenty-One Fifty Seven, they descended from the sky on planet Earth.
The defenses were ineffective. In seven years, took every last resource –
one after the other – trouble for the human race. Getting saved
was not in the cards at the start; turned a lotta people into slaves. They were named Robomen. Forced to do their bidding drilling the earth,
to make it into weapon – and the not first planet to get that. But they got jerked
by an old man, three companions. Damaged all their plans, but manage having
a second go at the scenario - that was to kidnap lotsa planets. And it
was done all over time and space - they made plans bolder (bolder).
Teamed up with their maker (maker) to make a bomb to blow up (blow up)
all reality. Savagery mixed with science, means tragedy
for uncounted worlds. Battle the Time Lords - what kind of audacity
Daleks have!? But it ends badly. The Time War got locked (locked)
to save the universe from madness and the awesome onslaught (slaught)
of evil unleashed by cunning creatures that simply seek to be the
dominant species by killing each and every one of us to be it!

CHORUS (2 x’s)

© Leslie Seaforth 2013.
Track Name: The Sound Of Drums
The Sound Of Drums

Written by More Or Les
Leslie Seaforth (SOCAN)

VERSE ONE:
The choice for you all is simple: continued
existence under my guidance or total
annihilation. My persuasion's hypnotic.
And on occasion I get termed a psychotic,
by a petty man (who) dares to call himself
"Doctor." Thinking he's smart, but he won't stop the
plans in motion, more than he could surmise, with an
inflated ego happily brought down to size with my
Tissue Compression Eliminator. Intimidate a
galaxy of races, I'll soon be enslaving with
some giant weapon. Like when I erased a
part of the universe. Who knew to kill a few
mathematicians could cause perdition.
It was my suspicion, but it's not my profession.
“Universal domination's” the main thing,
“Make play things of everything that lives,” is my second.

CHORUS:
I am the Master – you will obey me.
All space and time is mine for the taking.
I am the Master – you will obey me.
Death and destruction to those who betray me.
I am the Master – you will obey me.
Like the sound of drums, you cannot escape me

VERSE TWO:
The drumming – the call to War. It's been that way
since I looked into the vortex as a child,
in my brain. Some say I lost it. Having Time and
all of Space in my head caused it, some might say.
But the way I view it, is lots of worlds are out
there for the taking. Shaping the whole universe
to my image – it's "Pray to your deity Time.”
Probably just me in disguise,
taking your world but convince you to just hand it to me
I even got to subjugate the last of humanity.
Turn them into death machines. Can you imagine the
look on the face of the Doctor just watching the
people he holds dear in his heart
go back in time, and tear ancestors apart?
I even do dirty work for Gallifrey. Glad I'm paid
in extra regenerations, cause I have plans to make!

CHORUS

© Leslie Seaforth 2013.
Track Name: Rose Full Of Tears
Rose Full Of Tears

Written by More Or Les
Leslie Seaforth (SOCAN)

VERSE:
Grabbed your hand and said "run for your Life."
Don't remember much else that was said to you
at the time, but a feeling of fright
that comes back again once or twice was felt,
on top of the thrill of meeting this guy.
Saved your life and the world at the same time.
Invited you to see the wonders of Life,
but still, there's some anguish behind his eyes.
Mentions a Time War every once in a while.
The last of the Time Lords; still able to smile.
Finds joy in sadness, peace in some madness.
Tries to make good from lives that get tragic
Passion for everyone he meets. passing
that gift on to you. Feels like magic.
Lasting all your life. And that's the plan since.
Traveling with him's as good as you can have it.
Trade the Council Housing for adventure.
Save the universe more times than could be measured.
Pressured by your mom and boyfriend ta’
stay home. But that's not the plan - ain't no
way you're gonna’ stop the travel. But "Bad Wolf" –
two words that lead to battle - just unravel
your life. More fights than you could ever handle
with Daleks, that gets worse – you get abandoned.
Sent back home to lead a normal life, while he's
trapped in the future losing a fight
of cosmic proportions. Of course you're never gonna’
accept that as your reality. He never asked to be
helped, but now he needs it. Proceed wit a
plan to get the ship but need him to operate the
thing, until you released its energy
from its core. Back to the future once more
to defeat the Daleks and save his life,
but at a price - it's possible the energy might
just kill you. Healed you with a kiss that didn't
thrill you, filled with sadness since
he absorbed it all at the expense of his own
Life. But he's a Time Lord, so he won't
die in the way that regular people know.
No need to cry Rose, he gets reborn.

CHORUS (2x’s):
Nothin hurts more to see than a
Rose full of tears. But wit a
doctor's help, I'm sure you will get rid a
all of your fears. He only
wants the best, and there's no one else he would
rather appear by his
side. And it's clear
just why you're here.

© Leslie Seaforth 2013.
Track Name: Magic Blue Box
Magic Blue Box

Written by More Or Les
Leslie Seaforth (SOCAN)

VERSE ONE:
It wasn't my
fault – I set the navigation perfectly
to take us back from Pangaea, hundred thousand B.C.E,
to Shoreditch London, Twenty-Third of November, Nineteen-Sixty-Three,
and not the desolate future planet where we were actually stranded.
When we landed I blamed it on the mercury filled fluid links.
So complicated, Twentieth-Century humans didn't know who to think
was more to blame for bad directions: me or the machine.
Traveling through Time and Space, and places in between
Is recondite, sophisticated, convoluted business.
Especially wit a decommissioned capsule lacking the fitness
to make trips as planned. Plus, I'm only one man,
running a ship that needs a crew of six pilots to command.
And I don't mean companions; I prefer to do the flying. I mean
dematerialization. Automation's not compliant. I've seen
the greatest computers malfunction and break.
That's why Time Lords made them sentient. The biggest mistake
is letting them have any kinda’ say in all the decisions you make.
You know, you wanna’ get to Sheffield, Nineteen-Seventy-Nine. Of course
you end up in the Eighteen-Seventy-Nine Scottish Moors. Or forever
lost trying to get to Heathrow Airport to sort your
gobby Aussie friend out wit her job. Navigating the
vortex to Vegas Eighty-Three shouldn't be hard, but there you
are in a Russian sub, HADS is on, TARDIS gone,
Warrior from Mars unthawed – you don't even get to play the slots!

CHORUS (2 x’s):
Vanished quickly, so you don't believe what you saw.
Sounding creaky, like a car that needs some new shocks.
And run by this guy who's sillier than you thought.
It's just a madman and his magic blue box.

VERSE TWO:
Can't a Time Lord catch a break? After I had to regenerate,
I tested ship fitness - thought I'd be two minutes Was a
few years late by mistake – twelve to be exact.
I came back, the whole world was at stake, thanks to
giant morphing snake and over-eager space cops.
A little girl was grown up by the time I showed up faced lots
of distrust, and it sucked, but Earth needed savin'.
Just a hiccup that glitched up the chronal navigation
Is how I came late. No debate that coordinates
for space sometimes get messed up. Yes, I can fess up
that South Croydon, UK is nowhere next to Aberdeen.
Just a slight inaccuracy, considering the Galaxy,
alone, okay. The planet Zeta Minor in the future
instead of Seventy-Five, London is the kinda' mistake that suits a
bumbling oaf. What I mean though, is I don't make that kinda error.
What I mean, is hardly ever. Well, at least for a guy who regenerates.

CHORUS (2 x’s)

© Leslie Seaforth 2013.
Track Name: Tenth Planet
Tenth Planet

Written by More Or Les
Leslie Seaforth (SOCAN)

INTRO:
Between the orbits of Mars and Venus – the planet wit people that can't be defeated. (3x’s)
Between the orbits of Mars and Venus – Cybernetic people. You'll be deleted.

VERSE ONE:
Between the orbits of Venus and Mars, a planet
of people to do you some harm just like Earth, just evolved
In a way that would make you look soft. Just did
away wit emotions and hard metal parts got installed.
Now it's on with a planet at large that metal
men attached rockets to launch. Fall apart? But you're wrong.
They showed up to siphon energy off the planet
Earth. Don't even think about war, ‘cause the cost is the loss
of human life in a number that's large. It's metal
might with electrical shocks, lasers, cobalt bombs,
and the drive to upgrade any and all. It's even
hard to fight what you become. If you could, you’d blow off
your own head. So your feelings are blocked with
technology to keep you on lock. You've turned into the cog
of a death machine. Forever deemed a terror. Be
relentlessly a menace. "Cybermen" is what you're called.

CHORUS:
Unwilling subjects become perfect soldiers,
with a sole purpose: universal takeover
A cybernetic legion is very hard to damage
with all emotions gone, started on the Tenth Planet.
Unwilling subjects become perfect soldiers,
with a sole purpose: universal takeover
An army of beings half metal, half organic,
upgrade or delete. Beware the Tenth Planet.

VERSE TWO:
Started on a world slightly different from your own - whether it's
Planet oh-three in a different reality or it's
Planet one-oh in the reality of your own. A
world you didn't know was real close to your home
returned from the unknown to steal body and soul, put steel
inside your dome. Episode's just like a clone
attack. And the start is cell phones attached
to your hips, then ear pods feed all the stats
including brainwashing software. Pain doesn't stop there.
Nothing' some Glitter Gun gold dust on a respiratory
tract couldn't match. But a psychological cost where
your brain snaps and you don't get any memories back.
Straight fact: you wouldn't wanna’ remember the hack job
they did to your bod' that they think's a proper mod.
They think of the humans, their difference and their pain. They
suffer in the skin, and must get the upgrade.

CHORUS

© Leslie Seaforth 2013.
Track Name: Travel Companions
Travel Companions

Written by More Or Les
Leslie Seaforth (SOCAN)

I've Been
traveling with the Doc, but only just for a minute,
when we arrived on a spot and quickly became the victims of a
mental assault. Strange aliens attacking his
brain. To make it stop, he asked me to keep him chatting. It

gave him a focus, so he could start to battle them. He
he started babbling 'bout all the people he met traveling.
I didn't know so many more came before me,
and in his rough state, he began to tell their stories.

First: his granddaughter Susan. Loved what he was doin',
even when the Time Lords refused him,
even when he stole a capsule to get in some travel.
She went with him. That old man would need some humanoid

companionship. And the git got more than he
bargained when he parked in a junkyard on Earth.
Susan got followed. Her teachers wanted to
speak ta’ her guardian, but then it only got worse

for Chatterton and Barbara. Now on a
journey through Time and Space. Hated them at the start, but
Earthlings grew on him. He knew Sue was in
love with one, so he left her behind. Who wouldn't want the

best for their granddaughter? That was a trend starter:
meet folks, lose folks, rescue them from slaughter
like Vicky, or Stevan Taylor – stowaway on the
TARDIS. Conflicts with aliens will get some of

them in real danger. Sara Kingdom aged ta’ an
early death. Was I next? Katarina kidnapped and
blown out an airlock. How long have I got? Shook my
head and ignored the thought. Meeting people didn't stop

anyway. Dodo sneezed (and) nearly killed the human race.
Ben and Polly saw him regenerate to a newer face
Victoria saved from Daleks. An unlikely pair, you could say
of Astrophysicist genius and the warrior that came from

Scotland circa Seventeen-Forty-Six – that was
Zoe and Jamie – forced to forget their trips after
Doc got caught by his people again. That was a
trend. Forced regeneration and left to fend for himself

on Earth, he just went to work
for UNIT – a Task Force (and) overqualified to do it.
In charge was the Brigadier Lethbridge Stuart, (and) Liz
Shaw on the Science. Jo Grant got into it thanks to

Daddy pulling strings, but proved herself when things got hellish
won't regret it, cause the planet got defended
on a weekly basis. Enter: Sarah Jane Smith,
a brave investigative journalist – one of his favourites.

Harry Sullivan came a few times, but faced it:
he wasn't really up for the unpredictable changes
in Life, and Sarah Jane was forbidden to go with him to his
home. Wasn't for long that he travelled alone. He met the

Sevateem Tribe warrior named Leela,
put a knife to your neck if you ever displease her.
But she just stayed behind wit K-9
on Gallifrey, and she was safe, so that's fine –

he made the Mark Two. Then forced to talk to
the White Guardian and get a new partner too
Romanadvoratrelundar: a sub par Time
Lady at the start, but proved to have the smarts to

find the Key to Time. In time, she had the heart for
adventure. That led them to E-Space where she stayed
aground. They found a boy named Adric: a stowaway –
continued with him, met Nyssa and Tegan to know the weight

of loss: to lose an aunt, a father, entire home
planet, and Adric on a ship that crashed in-
to Earth in the past. This act wiped out the dinosaurs. (You)
can't cross your timeline to save people you might've lost.

That would rip a whole in the Space-Time Continuum
"brave heart, Tegan." They all got on, and continued with
adventures. The venture became too much eventually.
Nyssa left to heal the sick; Tegan, to save her sanity.

But not before Turlough arrived alien
working for the Black Guardian as a spy. This
seemed to be a theme: Kamelion, an android,
taken over by the Master for evil schemes.

Turlough repented, went back to his people.
Kamelion accepted that he'd never be free so, he
asked to be dropped. Got stopped from kidnapping
a young botany student wit a very odd accent

by the name of Peri, wearing very low scoop tops.
Melanie was almost the opposite, ‘cause she knew lots,
always had a sunny disposition and a photographic memory.
If you ever need something blown to smithereens,

best call an Ace. But don't ever call her Dorothy,
called him the Professor, while Grace called him abnormal. She
had no idea when she was operating on him, he had
two hearts. Nearly stopped his regeneration, but played a

huge part in stopping Armageddon. But he couldn't stop forgetting
what he did for what seemed like a lotta years; maybe
nine. Then he said the name "Rose," when I tried,
to find out more about her, he just said "another time,

another place." Adam Mitchell was a waste.
Better off with Captain Jack, despite his flirting ways
set to "maximum". Mickey finally came, ‘cause he was jealous of the
action when Rose was away. But he lost all of them – an

accident – too much to explain. Martha Jones first got
trapped in a Hospital on the moon. But pretty soon she was
traveling with the Doc. He told me of an alt’
timeline when the Master had nearly killed them all but she

acted with the utmost of courage, just to save him, her
fam’ and the whole planet. She stayed; He left to hang with
a temp from Chiswick who was more than she insisted she
was, because, simply she was to become the most important

person in the universe. Stopped the Daleks, but at a price:
forget it or lose the rest of her Life.
Her mind would burn, so the Doc had to block the trauma.
She'd never know that aliens would be singing 'bout Donna.

This drama proved to be too much. He needed a break,
despite meeting Astrid, or Wilfred or Jackson Lake,
or meeting Lady Christina DeSouza or Adelaide on Mars.
Had a little problem there playing God. New start:

Met Amy Pond, “the girl who waited too long.” Nearly
lost her husband to the past and her daughter to the
future. Then there was Doctor River Song; had
Romance in reverse – knew all about him while he grew ta’

fall in love. Sadly that’s not enough. Angels would
stop the run of good luck with Amy and Rory. Sent back to the
past. This changes the story of their whole life. They were
Trapped, but together, so they made it through alright.

But “wrong” for the Doc, who was lost and distraught,
‘til he came across a girl of impossibilities,
burnt chocolate soufflé, and stories carried in a leaf.
And then a little later, he met me.

© Leslie Seaforth 2013.
Track Name: Bigger Regeneration
Bigger On The Inside

Written by More Or Les
Leslie Seaforth (SOCAN)

VERSE ONE:
It was a type
Forty Mark three T-A-R-D-
I-S, awfully gorgeous. Called me
to her to leave my home world and I
could not resist, so I said Goodbye
to Boredom. Started her up, started exploring the
universe - time-and space, because the ship can do the
two of 'em. (The) Alien race that I'm a part of's into
ruling 'em - well, more like overseeing. And that was my
problem: being unable to experience anything,
due to “noninterference” (rules). Not in the spirit of livin'.
So my mission: live life to the fullest.
Easily accomplished, wit this magic trick I'm pulling called
Regeneration. Recover from any fatal wound,
but my personality changes with my appearance too.
From holding a walking stick to a recorder, playing tunes;
reversing polarity flows; wearing a scarf six meters too long;
real strong cricket game; sneaky plans too
fantastic to simply say "allons y" to.
Ramble everywhere and get into trouble quite swiftly,
for nine-hundred years of adventure - but feels like fifty!

CHORUS:
My ship travels through space and time, and is bigger on the inside (3 x’s)
My ship travels through space and time, and is bigger…

VERSE TWO:
...due to Trans dimensional Physics. I'm planning to visit
every possible world if I'm given the opportunity,
but the one I see most often is Earth.
Of all the ones aliens wanna’ take over, it's the first
on their list. And since Time can be rewritten,
I will fight to keep a heart and time piece tickin’
with no guns. No fun for some. Me? I'd rather use
my brain, two hearts, and sonic screwdriver to kill no one.
Show up not always where I wanna’ go but need to go
even though I set the correct coordinates, “insubordinate
machine!” Stumble upon a scene, reveal an evil scheme,
topple a whole regime just in time for tea
at Breakfast – ‘cause it's a time machine - you never have to wait for
Breakfast! Lest I stress it: yes, it's best if
you let me drive - a causal nexus wrecked is
cause to get upset, with Reapers next to flex, since --

CHORUS:
My ship travels through space and time, and is bigger on the inside (4 x’s)

VERSE THREE:
Time Lord renegade from the planet Gallifrey,
always on the run, escape death traps, and left back
aliens on earth get saved. But usually impress a human and gain
a companion traveling wit me - stay in that old ship that's
disguised itself as a police box made on twentieth century Earth. No change:
Chameleon circuit is to blame. Guess that's just left at
that form forever. Endeavour to better the whole of Space and never surrender
to cosmic offenders, no matter they’re men or giant salt and pepper shakes.
Great that they never got into the ship,
'cause the TARDIS state of grace is always on the fritz,
and the Eye of Harmony getting ripped open is a hitch
nobody wants – every sun exploding stops a lotta stuff
from happening. Run a ship, but not the captain - a
Doctor: the man who makes people better. Don't bother
to ask for my name, it’ll never be spoken. Better off to
ask if it's cool to wear a Fez. The answer is "yes"!

CHORUS:
My ship travels through space and time, and is bigger on the inside (4 x’s)


© Leslie Seaforth 2013.