In honor of Discovery's last flight
"By the Time I Get To..." by Bob Kanefsky, sung by Julia Ecklar on Roundworm (this link takes you to the online music)
(The song is a parody of Ecklar's song "Phoenix" on the album Walkabout)
In the crystaline void of orbit's brink -- I was there!
I know not where they'll land me now. It could be anywhere.
When reentry fires have faded, the brightness leaves my sight,
And I find I'm stacked on an aircraft's back.
Riding home's gonna take all night.
Chorus: And my engine's in the ocean. My payload's on a train.
.... And I'm a frequent flier when the Cape's expecting rain.
.... Yesterday I journeyed for half a million miles.
.... Now I'm stacked up on an aircraft's back.
.... This last part takes a while.
There's nothing left for me to do but -- hold on tight!
So self-assured in orbit. Now I find I'm scared of heights!
And I get kind of airsick, 'cause air is not my style.
My knees will shake and my belly ache,
Trying hard just to hold down tiles.
(Chorus)
Before each quarter's launch, they hope that I'm all there.
To half the Roman pantheon they sing a secret prayer.
Am I lock and stock and barrel of the dream I helped to start?
Is it really true, that I slept through the most exciting part?
(Chorus)
For more fabulous filk on space flight, visit Prometheus Music and click on the right-side links for free downloads.
(The song is a parody of Ecklar's song "Phoenix" on the album Walkabout)
In the crystaline void of orbit's brink -- I was there!
I know not where they'll land me now. It could be anywhere.
When reentry fires have faded, the brightness leaves my sight,
And I find I'm stacked on an aircraft's back.
Riding home's gonna take all night.
Chorus: And my engine's in the ocean. My payload's on a train.
.... And I'm a frequent flier when the Cape's expecting rain.
.... Yesterday I journeyed for half a million miles.
.... Now I'm stacked up on an aircraft's back.
.... This last part takes a while.
There's nothing left for me to do but -- hold on tight!
So self-assured in orbit. Now I find I'm scared of heights!
And I get kind of airsick, 'cause air is not my style.
My knees will shake and my belly ache,
Trying hard just to hold down tiles.
(Chorus)
Before each quarter's launch, they hope that I'm all there.
To half the Roman pantheon they sing a secret prayer.
Am I lock and stock and barrel of the dream I helped to start?
Is it really true, that I slept through the most exciting part?
(Chorus)
For more fabulous filk on space flight, visit Prometheus Music and click on the right-side links for free downloads.