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| − | + | '''Columbia'''<br/> | |
| − | + | Based on Iron Maiden's ''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RsM6wpIA3Sc Empire of the Clouds]'' | |
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| − | Mist rolls off the sea, steel sweats with the dew | + | To ride the fire, to reach above the clouds<br/> |
| − | The morning sunrise, the sky a brilliant blue | + | To ride the fire, they climbed aboard their shuttle craft<br/> |
| − | Standing at the pad, waiting for the launch | + | To ride the fire, to a future that will come<br/> |
| − | Our space shuttle, Columbia | + | To ride the fire, and damn the rest, oblivion<br/> |
| − | + | <br/><br/> | |
| − | She's the finest vessel built by man, a giant of the skies | + | Aviators and Scientists, engineers and senators.<br/> |
| − | For all you unbelievers, the Apollo fits inside | + | White lady giant of the skies, you hold them in your arms<br/> |
| − | Moulded tight, her foamed tank, golden in the sun | + | The millionth chance they laughed, to take down this mighty craft<br/> |
| − | Never tested on the wings, with | + | "To the stars," they say, "on a rocket roar away," a January fateful day<br/> |
| − | + | <br/><br/> | |
| − | The damage yet to come… | + | Mist rolls off the sea, steel sweats with the dew<br/> |
| − | + | The morning sunrise, the sky a brilliant blue<br/> | |
| − | In the firing room, the wind rising in the west | + | Standing at the pad, waiting for the launch<br/> |
| − | The controllers stared into their computer monitors | + | Our space shuttle, Columbia<br/> |
| − | We must launch now, we must take our chance with fate | + | <br/><br/> |
| − | We must launch now, for public relations we can't be late | + | She's the finest vessel built by man, a giant of the skies<br/> |
| − | The | + | For all you unbelievers, the Apollo fits inside<br/> |
| − | + | Moulded tight, her foamed tank, golden in the sun<br/> | |
| − | + | Never tested on the wings, with an impact yet to come<br/> | |
| − | They never tested foamstrikes, a trial never done | + | <br/><br/> |
| − | Her fragile outer | + | The damage yet to come…<br/> |
| − | + | <br/><br/> | |
| − | An Achilles yet to come... | + | In the firing room, the wind rising in the west<br/> |
| − | + | The controllers stared into their computer monitors<br/> | |
| − | Sailors of the stars, a hardened breed | + | We must launch now, we must take our chance with fate<br/> |
| − | Loyal to the dream, and an explorers creed | + | We must launch now, for public relations we can't be late<br/> |
| − | + | The shuttle crew prepared for thirty months at full stretch,<br/> | |
| − | The engines roar, the boosters fire | + | Put the mission in their backbone, every sinew, every inch<br/> |
| − | Release the bolts that bind us to the ground | + | <br/><br/> |
| − | Said Booster, "She's been damaged, she'll never make this flight." | + | They never tested foamstrikes, a trial never done<br/> |
| − | Said FIDO, "Another strike? But the last time went alright." | + | Her fragile outer tiles, her Achilles would become<br/> |
| − | Groundlings cheered in wonder, as she roared up from the pad | + | <br/><br/> |
| − | On a column of fire and water, her big jets burning fast | + | An Achilles yet to come...<br/> |
| − | + | <br/><br/> | |
| − | Now she soars into our past… | + | Sailors of the stars, a hardened breed<br/> |
| − | + | Loyal to the dream, and an explorers creed<br/> | |
| − | Fighting the wind as it rolls you | + | <br/><br/> |
| − | Feeling the gravity press you back down. | + | The engines roar, the boosters fire<br/> |
| − | Watching the planet below you | + | Release the bolts that bind us to the ground<br/> |
| − | Lower and lower, back to the ground | + | Said Booster, "She's been damaged, she'll never make this flight."<br/> |
| − | + | Said FIDO, "Another strike? But the last time went alright."<br/> | |
| − | Lights are flashing above you | + | Groundlings cheered in wonder, as she roared up from the pad<br/> |
| − | A master alarm sounds overhead. | + | On a column of fire and water, her big jets burning fast<br/> |
| − | Plasma is raging around you | + | <br/><br/> |
| − | A million to one, that's what | + | Now she soars into our past…<br/> |
| − | + | <br/><br/> | |
| − | ....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check. | + | Fighting the wind as it rolls you<br/> |
| − | ....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check. | + | Feeling the gravity press you back down.<br/> |
| − | + | Watching the planet below you<br/> | |
| − | Reaper standing beside her | + | Lower and lower, back to the ground<br/> |
| − | With his scythe cuts | + | <br/><br/> |
| − | Chunks are burning away from her | + | Lights are flashing above you<br/> |
| − | The Commander alone takes manual control | + | A master alarm sounds overhead.<br/> |
| − | + | Plasma is raging around you<br/> | |
| − | Her skin is ripped and she's turning | + | A million to one, that's what they said<br/> |
| − | Flame is cutting into the wing | + | <br/><br/> |
| − | Bleeding to death and she's rolling | + | ''....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check.<br/> |
| − | Hydraulic fluid is draining away | + | ....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check.''<br/> |
| − | + | <br/><br/> | |
| − | ....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check. | + | Reaper standing beside her<br/> |
| − | ....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check. | + | With his scythe cuts through the hull<br/> |
| − | + | Chunks are burning away from her<br/> | |
| − | + | The Commander alone takes manual control<br/> | |
| − | "Lock the doors" came the words that saddened the waiting world. | + | <br/><br/> |
| − | Her mighty engines silent as the ship began to fall. | + | Her skin is ripped and she's turning<br/> |
| − | Consumed by a funeral pyre that blazed across the sky. | + | Flame is cutting into the wing<br/> |
| − | The Space Shuttle Columbia, and the dream that made her fly | + | Bleeding to death and she's rolling<br/> |
| − | Did we try to reach to high? | + | Hydraulic fluid is draining away<br/> |
| − | + | <br/><br/> | |
| − | Here lie their dreams as I stand in the sun | + | ''....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check.<br/> |
| − | On the ground where they built, and the engines did run | + | ....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check.''<br/> |
| − | To the moon and the stars, now what have we done? | + | <br/><br/> |
| − | Oh the dreamers may die, but the dreams live on | + | "Lock the doors" came the words that saddened the waiting world.<br/> |
| − | + | Her mighty engines silent as the ship began to fall.<br/> | |
| − | Dreams live on | + | Consumed by a funeral pyre that blazed across the sky.<br/> |
| − | Dreams live on | + | The Space Shuttle Columbia, and the dream that made her fly<br/> |
| − | + | Did we try to reach to high?<br/> | |
| − | Now a shadow on us all, the penguin's final fall. | + | <br/><br/> |
| − | Her mighty wings, may rest in peace | + | Here lie their dreams as I stand in the sun<br/> |
| − | On a mirror made of glass, in a memorial place. | + | On the ground where they built, and the engines did run<br/> |
| − | The names of those brave souls, who dared to reach for Space… | + | To the moon and the stars, now what have we done?<br/> |
| + | Oh the dreamers may die, but the dreams live on<br/> | ||
| + | <br/><br/> | ||
| + | Dreams live on<br/> | ||
| + | Dreams live on<br/> | ||
| + | <br/><br/> | ||
| + | Now a shadow on us all, the penguin's final fall.<br/> | ||
| + | Her mighty wings, may rest in peace<br/> | ||
| + | On a mirror made of glass, in a memorial place.<br/> | ||
| + | The names of those brave souls, who dared to reach for Space…<br/> | ||
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Latest revision as of 23:38, 26 March 2016
Columbia
Based on Iron Maiden's Empire of the Clouds
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
Aviators and Scientists, engineers 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 an 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 shuttle crew prepared for thirty months at full stretch,
Put the mission in their backbone, every sinew, every inch
They never tested foamstrikes, a trial never done
Her fragile outer tiles, 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 they said
....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check.
....Columbia. Columbia Heuston. Comm Check. Comm Check.
Reaper standing beside her
With his scythe cuts through the hull
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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