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Parody Violation track 21. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics (TTTO "Heart of the Appaloosa," Fred Small):
In the land of high-tech ventures, by the waters of Frisco Bay,
Hewlett Packard up by Stanford, IBM in San Jose
The Hackers of the Apple wrote their code and schemed their schemes
In the valley known as Silicon, where fortunes grow from dreams
And they built some fine computers, if you skip the Apple III
But they vowed to build a new machine that would the market please
They would ease the users' burden; the command line they'd replace
With the magic known as GUI, Graphic User Interface
Chorus: Windows-Scrolling-in-the-Valley,
Lead the Hackers off on a GUI tide
There's blood on the chips down at HP, DEC, and MIPS
But the heart of the Apple Lisa never died!
Then from Xerox came the Alto, never marketed nor sold
Bringing mice and multitasking, and menus that unfold
Desktops sprouted metal rodents, bitmaps glowed upon the screen,
And printers put on WYSIWYGs to print just what was seen
Nearly lost in Big Blue's shadow, incompatible with DOS,
The Lisa, slow and costly, seemed sure to be a loss,
But then came Macs and Fat Macs, LaserWriters, II's, and more
And word would come from Microsoft: "You realize this means war!"
(Chorus)
The Chief said to the Hackers, in his anger and his pain,
"I am no more John Sculley; Scrolling Windows is my name!
They condemn us to niche markets, call our products vaporware.
We will sue them if we must, but we'll retain our market share!"
They climbed on board that SCSI bus, with Postscript in their hearts
They won in desktop publishing, they won in graphic arts,
Till Bill Gates, he saw his strategy, and sent the e-mail down
To copy those GUI features, wherever they be found
(Chorus)
Three Windows versions later, past the Pentium divide
The strangest of bedfellows, IBM now on their side
Three thousand applications on the PowerPC run,
But the buyers and the users still are leaving one by one
Windows-Scrolling-in-the-Valley said, "My heart is sick and sad.
The future now looks RISCy, the old chips are dead.
The lawyers take our spirit, but I've stock options galore.
From where Scott McNealy stands, I will fight no more!"
(Chorus)
They were sent to Intel platforms, Michelangelo [virus] ran rife
But more hackers quit from boredom, and went off to get a life
And the man once known as Sculley with great glee is heard to state,
"They'll get Windows '95 debugged in 19 zero 8! (Goddamn Y2K bug...)"
But sometimes, without warning, in some dull commercial app,
A hack of wondrous cleverness emerges from the crap
A metaphor that's graceful; a real need that it can fill
Double click upon that icon—the Apple Lisa's living still!
(Chorus)
Parody Violation track 21. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: archive.org/details/filk_parody_violation
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Lyrics (TTTO "Heart of the Appaloosa," Fred Small):
In the land of high-tech ventures, by the waters of Frisco Bay,
Hewlett Packard up by Stanford, IBM in San Jose
The Hackers of the Apple wrote their code and schemed their schemes
In the valley known as Silicon, where fortunes grow from dreams
And they built some fine computers, if you skip the Apple III
But they vowed to build a new machine that would the market please
They would ease the users' burden; the command line they'd replace
With the magic known as GUI, Graphic User Interface
Chorus: Windows-Scrolling-in-the-Valley,
Lead the Hackers off on a GUI tide
There's blood on the chips down at HP, DEC, and MIPS
But the heart of the Apple Lisa never died!
Then from Xerox came the Alto, never marketed nor sold
Bringing mice and multitasking, and menus that unfold
Desktops sprouted metal rodents, bitmaps glowed upon the screen,
And printers put on WYSIWYGs to print just what was seen
Nearly lost in Big Blue's shadow, incompatible with DOS,
The Lisa, slow and costly, seemed sure to be a loss,
But then came Macs and Fat Macs, LaserWriters, II's, and more
And word would come from Microsoft: "You realize this means war!"
(Chorus)
The Chief said to the Hackers, in his anger and his pain,
"I am no more John Sculley; Scrolling Windows is my name!
They condemn us to niche markets, call our products vaporware.
We will sue them if we must, but we'll retain our market share!"
They climbed on board that SCSI bus, with Postscript in their hearts
They won in desktop publishing, they won in graphic arts,
Till Bill Gates, he saw his strategy, and sent the e-mail down
To copy those GUI features, wherever they be found
(Chorus)
Three Windows versions later, past the Pentium divide
The strangest of bedfellows, IBM now on their side
Three thousand applications on the PowerPC run,
But the buyers and the users still are leaving one by one
Windows-Scrolling-in-the-Valley said, "My heart is sick and sad.
The future now looks RISCy, the old chips are dead.
The lawyers take our spirit, but I've stock options galore.
From where Scott McNealy stands, I will fight no more!"
(Chorus)
They were sent to Intel platforms, Michelangelo [virus] ran rife
But more hackers quit from boredom, and went off to get a life
And the man once known as Sculley with great glee is heard to state,
"They'll get Windows '95 debugged in 19 zero 8! (Goddamn Y2K bug...)"
But sometimes, without warning, in some dull commercial app,
A hack of wondrous cleverness emerges from the crap
A metaphor that's graceful; a real need that it can fill
Double click upon that icon—the Apple Lisa's living still!
(Chorus)
![Jordin Kare - Heart of the Apple Lisa [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/abUzg20OIPs/mqdefault.jpg "Jordin Kare - Heart of the Apple Lisa [HQ]
Parody Violation track 21. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
Download the album here: https://archive.org/details/filk_parody_violation
Lyrics (TTTO Heart of the Appaloosa, Fred Small):
In the land of high-tech ventures, by the waters of Frisco Bay,
Hewlett Packard up by Stanford, IBM in San Jose
The Hackers of the Apple wrote their code and schemed their schemes
In the valley known as Silicon, where fortunes grow from dreams
And they built some fine computers, if you skip the Apple III
But they vowed to build a new machine that would the market please
They would ease the users burden; the command line theyd replace
With the magic known as GUI, Graphic User Interface
Chorus: Windows-Scrolling-in-the-Valley,
Lead the Hackers off on a GUI tide
Theres blood on the chips down at HP, DEC, and MIPS
But the heart of the Apple Lisa never died!
Then from Xerox came the Alto, never marketed nor sold
Bringing mice and multitasking, and menus that unfold
Desktops sprouted metal rodents, bitmaps glowed upon the screen,
And printers put on WYSIWYGs to print just what was seen
Nearly lost in Big Blues shadow, incompatible with DOS,
The Lisa, slow and costly, seemed sure to be a loss,
But then came Macs and Fat Macs, LaserWriters, IIs, and more
And word would come from Microsoft: You realize this means war!
(Chorus)
The Chief said to the Hackers, in his anger and his pain,
I am no more John Sculley; Scrolling Windows is my name!
They condemn us to niche markets, call our products vaporware.
We will sue them if we must, but well retain our market share!
They climbed on board that SCSI bus, with Postscript in their hearts
They won in desktop publishing, they won in graphic arts,
Till Bill Gates, he saw his strategy, and sent the e-mail down
To copy those GUI features, wherever they be found
(Chorus)
Three Windows versions later, past the Pentium divide
The strangest of bedfellows, IBM now on their side
Three thousand applications on the PowerPC run,
But the buyers and the users still are leaving one by one
Windows-Scrolling-in-the-Valley said, My heart is sick and sad.
The future now looks RISCy, the old chips are dead.
The lawyers take our spirit, but Ive stock options galore.
From where Scott McNealy stands, I will fight no more!
(Chorus)
They were sent to Intel platforms, Michelangelo [virus] ran rife
But more hackers quit from boredom, and went off to get a life
And the man once known as Sculley with great glee is heard to state,
Theyll get Windows 95 debugged in 19 zero 8! (Goddamn Y2K bug...)
But sometimes, without warning, in some dull commercial app,
A hack of wondrous cleverness emerges from the crap
A metaphor thats graceful; a real need that it can fill
Double click upon that icon—the Apple Lisas living still!
(Chorus)")
![Jordin Kare - Wanderer / Fire in the Sky [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/asLRX7QOPwE/mqdefault.jpg "Jordin Kare - Wanderer / Fire in the Sky [HQ]
Fire in the Sky track 12. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Once I walked an endless land with a wanderers swinging stride
And once upon a mighty steed forever I could ride
And once a tall ship rode the tide at midnight from the bay
And I could climb aboard her and travel far away
Through centuries and lifetimes, no journey twice the same
With love or fear to guide me on, seeking death or fame
Or hearing just a still, small voice that said “You cannot stay”
I could leave the past behind me and travel far away
But now the great jets thunder and they sing of distant lands
But all their promised wonders turn to dust within my hands
For I can travel half the world and return in half a day
And I fear that only death remains to take me far away
For with steel and steam and gasoline and turbines whining scream
They have trapped me in a nightmare that is someone elses dream
Of a world so small and guarded, you could hold it in your hand
A world that knows no land called far away
So I waste my lives in dreaming or in bloody, useless war
But somewhere theres a flash of fire and a mighty rising roar
And I pray godspeed to those who ride, and I live now for the day
When I leave my world behind me and travel far away
Prometheus, they say, brought Gods fire down to man
And weve caught it, tamed it, trained it since our history began
Now were going back to Heaven just to look Him in the eye
And theres a thunder cross the land and a fire in the sky.
Gagarin was the first, back in 1961,
When, like Icarus, undaunted, he climbed to reach the Sun.
And he knew he might not make it, for its never hard to die,
But he lifted off the pad and rode a fire in the sky.
Yet a higher goal was calling, and we vowed to reach it soon,
And we gave ourselves a decade to put fire on the Moon.
And Apollo told the world we can do it if we try,
For there was one small step and a fire in the sky.
Then two decades from Gagarin, twenty years to the day,
Came a shuttle named Columbia to open up the way.
And they said shes just a truck, but shes a truck thats aiming high.
See her big jets burning, see her fire in the sky!
Yet the gods do not give lightly of the gifts that they have made
And with Challenger and seven, once again the price is paid.
Though a nation watched her falling, yet a world could only cry
As they passed from us to glory, riding fire in the sky.
Now the rest is up to us. Theres a future to be won.
We must turn our faces outward—we will do what must be done.
For no cradle lasts forever; every bird must learn to fly.
And were going to the stars, see our fire in the sky!
Yes, were going to the stars, see our fire in the sky!")
![Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - Freedom Road [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/asfuILFVJJM/mqdefault.jpg "Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - Freedom Road [HQ]
Its Sister Jennys Turn to Throw the Bomb track 16. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Find more of Leslie Fishs music at: https://lesliefish.bandcamp.com/
Lyrics:
Did you think it was easy to change all of tomorrow?
Did you think youd never meet time, defeat, and sorrow?
Did you think all the walls would crumble and youd never lose a fight?
Get back up on your feet and do it right!
Chorus:
Freedom Road is a long haul,
Freedom Road is a long haul,
But its worth the ride
Even if you never get there at all.
Did you think the first leader come preachin down the pike
Could give you one big answer, as if we were all alike?
Well, theres no set salvation, you should have known all along
That Jesus, Marx, and your guru could be wrong.
(Chorus)
This is the lonesome valley that youve gotta walk yourself.
Go out and find your answers; you cant take them off the shelf,
And youve gotta make tomorrow from just what youve got today,
So get up off your ass and find a way!
(Chorus)
Time comes down like thunder, and you can ride or fall,
And let the millstones grind you till nothings left at all,
But weve got just two choices, and ones to get home free,
And second best is nothin you wanna see!
(Chorus)")
![Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - Soul Stealers [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/aslnt_L_wKY/mqdefault.jpg "Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - Soul Stealers [HQ]
Its Sister Jennys Turn to Throw the Bomb track 13. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Find more of Leslie Fishs music at: https://lesliefish.bandcamp.com/
Lyrics:
They come to your cradle early when you’re still too young to fight,
And they pull away the covers, and they take away the light.
And they put your Mom and Dad to sleep, so it does no good to yell.
Soul Stealers come to steal your soul and cast you into hell.
They slip a black sack over your head, and they whisper, “It’s only a dream.”
They paralyze your body, so you cannot run nor scream.
Helpless and invisible, they carry you away
Right past your sleeping family just at the break of day.
Chorus:
Soul Stealers! Soul Stealers! Catch you in their plan.
Soul Stealers! Soul Stealers! Resist them if you can.
Soul Stealers’ ways are many and hard to understand,
For they murmur words of comfort as they take you by the hand.
They’ll show you the painted horses, and they’ll tell you what to feel.
And if you disagree with them, they’ll break you on the wheel.
And when you’ve learned to agree with them and that struggle won’t avail,
They’ll teach you games to play with them; they’ll teach you how to fail.
They’ll slip cold shackles around your feet, and they’ll beat you in the race.
And they’ll teach you that’s your lot in life; they’ll teach you that’s your place.
(Chorus)
They steal the light out of your eyes and the thoughts out of your brain.
They steal the songs right off your lips and the life blood from your veins.
They’ll bend your back and they’ll break your heart; they’ll use you as they will.
They’ll teach you how to work for them, and your soul they’ll take and kill.
And now you know why your Daddy drank and why his hair turned gray,
And why your Mum so seldom laughed, and why they could not play.
And now you think that the Soul Stealers were a nightmare long ago,
But you’re haunted by an emptiness that will not let you go.
(Chorus)")
![Julia Ecklar - Black Widows in the Privy [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/b13TGvHmI0I/mqdefault.jpg "Julia Ecklar - Black Widows in the Privy [HQ]
Horse-Tamers Daughter track 09. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Everyone knows someone wed be better off without,
But best not mention names, for we dont know whos about.
But why commit a murder and risk the fires of hell,
When black widows in the privy can do it just as well?
Now poisons good, and daggers, and arrows in the back,
And if youre really desperate, you can try a front attack,
But are they really worthy of the risk of being caught,
When black widows in the privy need not be bribed or bought?
So if theres one of whom you wish most simply to be rid,
Just wait till dark, then point the way to where the widows hid,
And say to them, “I think youll find that this one is the best,”
And black widows in the privy will gladly do the rest.")
![Bill Sutton - Xenophobia [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/bIpvoUQYU60/mqdefault.jpg "Bill Sutton - Xenophobia [HQ]
Past Due track 05. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Lets be xenophobic, its really in this year
Lets find a nasty, slimy, ugly alien to fear
Theres no more cutesy stories bout E.T. phoning home
Lets learn to love our neighbors, like the Christians learned in Rome
We know we ought to hate em; theyre different, you see
Weve seen theyre mean and ugly on movies and TV
The folks that ought to know have told us how its got to be
The gospel truth is found in scenes from Alien and V
Lets wipe out any lifeform that seems to be a threat
Well serve em up a genocide they never will forget
Cause if we miss a couple, theyll breed a couple more
And soon well all be hating twice as many as before
You see, aliens can never be as good as humankind
A more delightful race than us youll never ever find
So step aside, you star slime, were ready for your worst!
We know you want to beat us, enslave us and defeat us,
Oppress us and browbeat us, unless we get you first!")
![Frank Hayes - S-100 [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/bMS6G83NqFQ/mqdefault.jpg "Frank Hayes - S-100 [HQ]
Dont Ask track 04. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
When I was young, my friends all worked like fools to get their share
Of an S-100 system, like the IMSAI or Altair;
Well the S-100s still around, Im very glad to say,
But friends, Im here to tell you: it aint the same today.
Chorus:
And its cheer up, me lads, let your hearts never fuss
When youre integrating systems for the S-100 bus.
To tell the truth, the source of all our troubles seems to be
A committee on computers of the I of triple E.
They settled on a standard spec, 696 by name,
Now everything is standardized, but nothing works the same.
(Chorus)
They say the 80 boards are way too slow—its enough to give you fits
If the 09 isnt fast enough, then go to 16 bits
68 and z8000 and an 86 as well
And code compatibility goes straight to bloody hell.
(Chorus)
Then add a board for the modem line and one for every port
And a printer board and a keyboard board, and as a last resort
For every problem we will add a board that has the cure
Its not too damned efficient, but its a mother, thats for sure.
(Chorus)
And when its all assembled, theres computer to your collar
Its nice to have a micro, but a mainframe would be smaller!
And when they turn the power on, its sure to dim the lamps
At plus or minus sixteen volts and fourteen hundred amps.
(Chorus x2)")
![Bob Kanefsky/Leslie Fish - Argos Fire-Breathing Daughter [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/c5dp3Xm_cL8/mqdefault.jpg "Bob Kanefsky/Leslie Fish - Argos Fire-Breathing Daughter [HQ]
Tapeworm I track 13. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
When we pulled into Argo port in need of sky and trees,
We all assumed we’d be allowed to worship as we’d please.
But when one landing party tried to beam down in the nude,
We learned that Argo’s colonists were Bible-thumping prudes.
Chorus:
And we’re banned from Argo, just for spite.
Banned from Argo, just for dancing around at night.
We thought we’d go and worship here for just four days or five,
But Argo nearly burned us all alive.
Our Engineer went with some friends to worship in the wood.
The shore police were quite convinced they were up to do no good.
They said “We’ll have no witches here!”—our Engineer just laughed
And said he’d beam aboard again to practice in his craft.
(Chorus)
Our Doctor went out shopping and he came back with a steer.
The customs people eyed the beast and primly said “Oh, dear.
This must be for your med research.” The Doctor said “Like hell!
It’s the sacrifice Apollo wants each year to keep us well.”
(Chorus)
Our Lady of Communications beamed down with a drum,
And opened hailing frequencies to the ghosts in Kingdom Come.
The dead phone their descendants now each night by telescreen:
All bones and gore, for the flesh they wore is nowhere to be seen.
(Chorus)
Our Captain gives his service to his goddess every day,
But shore leave often tempts the man to try and slip away.
Her sensors found him with five whores he’d picked up in a bar.
She beamed him home, and beamed the whores to the Ladies’ Church Bazaar.
(Chorus)
Some crewmen held a circle in an Argo city park.
They’d beamed into a timezone where the sky was clear and dark.
The noise woke all the neighbors and they came out armed with rocks,
But they turned and fled in terror when they caught a glimpse of Spock.
(Chorus)
Our crew is Starfleet’s finest and perhaps its most diverse.
With sixty-two religions, I suppose we could do worse.
We’re heading out from Argo now, but plan to come back soon
With several hundred photon bombs for bringing down the moon!
(Chorus)")
![Jordin Kare - Pioneers Song [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/cANcPrJ9BJ0/mqdefault.jpg "Jordin Kare - Pioneers Song [HQ]
Fire in the Sky track 11. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
We sent them out to the planets, to worlds beyond our own
Where frail men dared not venture they traveled on alone
Though they be no more than robots, yet to the stars they steer
And we wish them on their journey all the luck of the Pioneer
They set their course for Jupiter, the ruler of the worlds
To gain their speed from his mighty pull as from a slingshot hurled
They stole for us his image, his secrets guarded dear
But gave in turn a royal gift in the luck of the Pioneer
Then on and out to Saturn, the ringèd queen of skies
And through the very rings themselves they carried our distant eyes
We feared then for their safety, but they could know no fear
And they left their name on the gap they found by the luck of the Pioneer
The sun grows dim behind them, a billion miles or more
The stars are eer before them, a glittering distant shore
An age will pass before the day some strange sun draws them near
And till that day well raise a toast to the luck of the Pioneer
But should some other find them as the galaxy they roam
And study these strange craft of ours and seek to learn their home
Why, they carry our maps upon them in friendship written clear
And we give to the race that reads them all the luck of the Pioneer
And when men someday follow to the places they have been
Well take the paths theyve marked for us, well see the sights theyve seen
To Jupiter and Saturn, to the stars themselves well steer
And pray that God but grant us then the luck of the Pioneer
Aye, we pray that God but grant us then the luck of the Pioneer")
![Jordin Kare - Psi-Nought [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/cDze5mZB24k/mqdefault.jpg "Jordin Kare - Psi-Nought [HQ]
Parody Violation track 11. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics (TTTO The Rattlin Bog):
Chorus: Psi-nought, the vacuum state, the state of minimum energy
Psi-nought, the vacuum state, the state of minimum energy
And in that state there is a field, a Higgs field, a vector field
Field in the state, the state of minimum energy
(Chorus)
And in that field there is a string, a fine string, a superstring
String in the field...
(Chorus)
And on that string there is a wave, a fine wave, a quantum wave
A wave on the string...
(Chorus)
And from that wave we form a quark, a fine quark, a charming quark
Quark from the wave...
(Chorus)
And on that quark there is a charge, a fine charge, a color charge
Charge on the quark...
(Chorus)
And on that charge there is a force, a fine force, a binding force
Force on the charge...
(Chorus)
And from that force we get a mass, a fine mass, a baryon mass
Mass from the force...
(Chorus)
And from that mass we get a verse, a fine verse, a universe
Verse from the mass...
(Chorus)
To sing that verse, we need a man, a fine man [Feynman] like Richard P.
Man for the verse...
(Chorus)")
![Aislinn (Anne Prather) - Skybound [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/cdhfktoATXg/mqdefault.jpg "Aislinn (Anne Prather) - Skybound [HQ]
High Wings track 8. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Sky-bound were flying
Watching birds and learning how to soar.
Always were trying
To reach the stars weve never reached before
And the ancient myths recount
Tales of steeds whose wings could not have flown
But Bellerophon sought out
A Pegasus to call his very own
And your winged chariot sings
Revealer of many things
Of people whove found their wings.
(Chorus)
Is it of Paradise or Hell
That all the ancient legends tell?
Did Icarus really fly?
Or leave us to wonder why
Were so caught up in the sky?
Sky-bound youre going
Though some have called you lunatics and fools
Journey past knowing
Around the world without a stop for fuel
And the ancient stories say
Phaeton could not command the sun
But you proved him wrong that day
Youve done what Phaeton could not have done
And your winged chariot sings
Forecast of many things
Yes Jeana, youve found your wings.
Chorus
Sky-bound returning
While the world looks on in innocent delight
His voice discerning
Heralding the ending of the flight
But it is your soul I see
His voice it may have been that told the tale
But your spirit held the dream
And your perseverance made the flight prevail
And your winged chariot sings
Ballad of many things
Yes, Jeana youve shown me your wings.")
![Free Fall & Other Delights 19 - Stuck Here [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/dD9iFAOG8zA/mqdefault.jpg "Free Fall & Other Delights 19 - Stuck Here [HQ]
Sung by Frank Hayes. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
When you build a ship to sail deep space, you cant have a crew of mortal race,
Cause a hundred years from star to star with a human crew is just too far.
Think of all the beer youd have to carry!
Not to mention food, and...other necessities.
So you fill your ship with a robot crew, and you build a computer captain, too
You get some experience for free, from some old spacers personality
Like maybe an old shuttle pilot whos just learned from his last mistake.
Thats where I come in.
So you take some bloke whos halfway dead, and you haul him home and you scan his head,
And a hundred years of flying high is a damn good deal when youre about to die...
Till youve had a decade or two to think it over.
It gets lonely out here!
And a thousand frozen colonists dont count.
So there, behind my solar sail, are five hundred hunks of frozen tail
If I thawed one out, and I know I could, it wouldnt do me a bit of good.
What would I use?
Dont have any damn body, just this starship.
Couldnt even...well, anyway...
Now, a couple of billion miles astern, its another lonesome suckers turn
So Ill radio back, and Ill say, Hey, you! —Oh, I didnt know they took women, too!
Heh, lovely night out tonight, isnt it?
Look at all those pretty stars!
Yeah, me too.
So well talk and murmur I love you, like other star-crossed lovers do,
And in eighty years weve made a date. Ever see two starships mate?
Weve got all these robots, and we figure we can put together...
Um...
None of your damn business.")
