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Subj: I did a thing....
Yeah I know I took some liberties but so di the original but I think this just came our *awesome*.... especially when we got some video at the last fleet meet of us all. And Jake did te voiceover for the comm checks and stuff, and the guitar.
"Clicky"
-Mel
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Seventy tons of Metalhead.
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To ride the fire, to reach above the clouds
To ride the fire, they climbed aboard their shuttle craft
To ride the fire, to a future that will come
To ride the fire, and damn the rest, oblivion
Engineers and Managers, scientist and senators.
White lady giant of the skies, you hold them in your arms
The millionth chance they laughed, to take down this mighty craft
"To the stars," they say, "on a rocket roar away," a January fateful day
Mist rolls off the sea, steel sweats with the dew
The morning sunrise, the sky a brilliant blue
Standing at the pad, waiting for the launch
Our space shuttle, Columbia
She's the finest vessel built by man, a giant of the skies
For all you unbelievers, the Apollo fits inside
Moulded tight, her foamed tank, golden in the sun
Never tested on the wings, with the impact yet to come
The damage yet to come…
In the firing room, the wind rising in the west
The controllers stared into their computer monitors
We must launch now, we must take our chance with fate
We must launch now, for public relations we can't be late
The launchpad crew prepared for thirty days at full stretch,
But the ship is in their backbone, every sinew, every inch
They never tested foamstrikes, a trial never done
Her fragile outer cover, her Achilles would become
An Achilles yet to come...
Sailors of the stars, a hardened breed
Loyal to the dream, and an explorers creed
The engines roar, the boosters fire
Release the bolts that bind us to the ground
Said Booster, "She's been damaged, she'll never make this flight."
Said FIDO, "Another strike? But the last time went alright."
Groundlings cheered in wonder, as she roared up from the pad
On a column of fire and water, her big jets burning fast
Now she soars into our past…
Fighting the wind as it rolls you
Feeling the gravity press you back down.
Watching the planet below you
Lower and lower, back to the ground
Lights are flashing above you
A master alarm sounds overhead.
Plasma is raging around you
A million to one, that's what he said
....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check.
....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check.
Reaper standing beside her
With his scythe cuts to the bone
Chunks are burning away from her
The Commander alone takes manual control
Her skin is ripped and she's turning
Flame is cutting into the wing
Bleeding to death and she's rolling
Hydraulic fluid is draining away
....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check.
....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check.
"Lock the doors" came the words that saddened the waiting world.
Her mighty engines silent as the ship began to fall.
Consumed by a funeral pyre that blazed across the sky.
The Space Shuttle Columbia, and the dream that made her fly
Did we try to reach to high?
Here lie their dreams as I stand in the sun
On the ground where they built, and the engines did run
To the moon and the stars, now what have we done?
Oh the dreamers may die, but the dreams live on
Dreams live on
Dreams live on
Now a shadow on us all, the penguin's final fall.
Her mighty wings, may rest in peace
On a mirror made of glass, in a memorial place.
The names of those brave souls, who dared to reach for Space…
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The Original:
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--m(^0^)m-- Wot, no sig?
to: alt.music.ironmaiden, alt.fen.newfilk
Subj: I did a thing....
Yeah I know I took some liberties but so di the original but I think this just came our *awesome*.... especially when we got some video at the last fleet meet of us all. And Jake did te voiceover for the comm checks and stuff, and the guitar.
"Clicky"
-Mel
----
Seventy tons of Metalhead.
-------
To ride the fire, to reach above the clouds
To ride the fire, they climbed aboard their shuttle craft
To ride the fire, to a future that will come
To ride the fire, and damn the rest, oblivion
Engineers and Managers, scientist and senators.
White lady giant of the skies, you hold them in your arms
The millionth chance they laughed, to take down this mighty craft
"To the stars," they say, "on a rocket roar away," a January fateful day
Mist rolls off the sea, steel sweats with the dew
The morning sunrise, the sky a brilliant blue
Standing at the pad, waiting for the launch
Our space shuttle, Columbia
She's the finest vessel built by man, a giant of the skies
For all you unbelievers, the Apollo fits inside
Moulded tight, her foamed tank, golden in the sun
Never tested on the wings, with the impact yet to come
The damage yet to come…
In the firing room, the wind rising in the west
The controllers stared into their computer monitors
We must launch now, we must take our chance with fate
We must launch now, for public relations we can't be late
The launchpad crew prepared for thirty days at full stretch,
But the ship is in their backbone, every sinew, every inch
They never tested foamstrikes, a trial never done
Her fragile outer cover, her Achilles would become
An Achilles yet to come...
Sailors of the stars, a hardened breed
Loyal to the dream, and an explorers creed
The engines roar, the boosters fire
Release the bolts that bind us to the ground
Said Booster, "She's been damaged, she'll never make this flight."
Said FIDO, "Another strike? But the last time went alright."
Groundlings cheered in wonder, as she roared up from the pad
On a column of fire and water, her big jets burning fast
Now she soars into our past…
Fighting the wind as it rolls you
Feeling the gravity press you back down.
Watching the planet below you
Lower and lower, back to the ground
Lights are flashing above you
A master alarm sounds overhead.
Plasma is raging around you
A million to one, that's what he said
....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check.
....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check.
Reaper standing beside her
With his scythe cuts to the bone
Chunks are burning away from her
The Commander alone takes manual control
Her skin is ripped and she's turning
Flame is cutting into the wing
Bleeding to death and she's rolling
Hydraulic fluid is draining away
....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check.
....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check.
"Lock the doors" came the words that saddened the waiting world.
Her mighty engines silent as the ship began to fall.
Consumed by a funeral pyre that blazed across the sky.
The Space Shuttle Columbia, and the dream that made her fly
Did we try to reach to high?
Here lie their dreams as I stand in the sun
On the ground where they built, and the engines did run
To the moon and the stars, now what have we done?
Oh the dreamers may die, but the dreams live on
Dreams live on
Dreams live on
Now a shadow on us all, the penguin's final fall.
Her mighty wings, may rest in peace
On a mirror made of glass, in a memorial place.
The names of those brave souls, who dared to reach for Space…
---
The Original:
________________________________
--m(^0^)m-- Wot, no sig?