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Final adjustment to timing sequences for the master control system
Main engine check
Proton drive unit: PDU meter reads level
Linear acceleration module: LAM meter reads level
Crystal absorption unit: CAU meter reads level
Vector thrust module: VTM meter reads level
Vector Activity:
Vector activity reading is on scope at minus oh two one point seven
Readjustment reccommended
Vector activity reading level
Flight deck computer check complete
Passenger module computer check: Dream Sequencing - functions activated.
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With your nuclear drive
With your nuclear drive
With your nuclear drive
With your nuclear drive
Before I had time to think about it
And right before my eyes
The machine had landed and the door was open wide
I stepped inside the spaceship, a voice said
"Take a seat man."
"Do you want to cruise the Universe
Go where no one else has ever been?"
With your nuclear drive
With your nuclear drive
With your nuclear drive
With your nuclear drive
With your nuclear drive
Before I could answer
The ship began to rise
I looked out of the porthole
And felt most peculiar inside
Take me up the skyways
Show me what you've seen
I want to cruise the Universe in your super space machine
With your nuclear drive
With your nuclear drive
With your nuclear drive
With your nuclear drive
With your nuclear drive
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Jaws of blue open wide the sky
Silence split with thunder men who fly
Descend the jaws of cosmic brood
For their appetite we the fleshly food
Rising souls and carcassed bone
Fleshless remains in every home
Onwards crunching munching men
Star Cannibal has come again
Flesh fondue - main course stew
Of his unearthly human crew
He partakes of us at will
Enigmatic one we cannot kill
Flesh fondue - main course stew
Of his unearthly human crew
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Friendship Seven:
I'll try to describe what I'm in here. I'm in a big mass of some very small
particles that are brilliantly lit up, like they're luminescent. I never
saw anything like it. They're coming by the capsule, and they look like
little stars. A whole shower of them coming by.
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News had drifted on the wind of many minds
That this was to be an occasion of great importance
For it was said by some that Earth City
Had somehow uncovered a single time sleeper from the time before
Although the cryptic writings upon his tomb
Were now faded beyond decipherable reading
It was said, by the disembodied members of the ruling kind
That the entombed was from that time on Earth
Before the city stretched its metal web from pole to pole
Leaving green things only in the wells of immortal minds
Upon the third revolution after its arrival
The tomb that slept without life was removed for inspection
The day was programmed for a clear dome above
With a mild breeze wafting from the central weather post below
Throngs of class three occupants were gathering from various sectors to observe the opening
As per standard procedure, their data input stations were fed appropriate propaganda
So that their reports would coincide with what the rulers had predetermined
And so it was upon that day of opening, his spirit did appear
And confuse once again
It was evident to all that what lay within was not of mortal composure
Thoughts
Emanating from deep within its dimensionless cave
Conveyed this belief to all within the medi-dome.
What is this apparition now amongst our kind?
Quickly
Thereafter, all pressure was released from within the stillness
Earth City, unknowingly at that time, was about to enter a new phase of existence
Violent quaking began to shake the towers of Sector 63
Manifestations of melting spread its wings over the structures
Until once again, ancient soil kissed the sky
And the beginning of the end swept all that was
Into its eternal grasp
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Hawkwind!
Hawkwind!
Hawkwind!
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People function, dreaming their dreams.
People function, scheming their schemes
People function, trusting to fate
Looking for the Joker, but it's too late
Is there still a moment somewhere
That will surprise us with its tricks?
I am the holder of seven dreams
Faceless possessor of all life's schemes
Through me you can laugh in the face of fate
I am the Joker at your gate
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"Now; the prisoner wearing a black sweater' he has changed from his t-shirt; is being moved out toward an armoured car. Being led out by, er, Captain Fritz. There is the prisoner.
"Do you have anything to say in your defence?"
"There's a shot. Oswald has been shot. Oswald has been shot. A shot rang out. Mass confusion here. All the doors have been locked. A shot rang out as he was led into his car. A shot... there's a mass confusion here. Rolling and fighting. As he was being led out, now he's being led back. He was thrown to the ground. The police have the entire area blocked off. Everybody stay back. There's a yell.
"Did you see it?"
"Senator, how are you going to counter Mr Humphries and his backgrounding you as far as the delegate goes for...?"
"I think he's... cover for him"
"Senator Kennedy has been sh
, Senator Kennedy has been shot. Is that possible? Is that possible? Ladies and gentlemen, it is possible, he has. Not only Senator Kennedy, oh my God. Senator Kennedy has been shot and another man, the Kennedy campaign manager has also been shot in the head.
"I am right here and Raefer Johnson has a hold of the man who, apparently, has fired the shot. He has fired the shot. He still has the gun, the gun is pointed at me, right at this moment. I hope they can get the gun out of his hand. Be very careful. Get that gun. Get the gun. Get the gun. Stay away from the gun. Stay away from the gun. His hand is frozen. Get his thumb, get his thumb. Take a hold of his thumb and break it if you have to."
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Lives of great men all remind us
we may make our lives sublime
And so departing leave behind us
Footprints in the sands of time
And with the writing I will show you
Looking in the days beyond recall
As I lecture back with the spirits of the other time
I'm living in the future
I'm looking in the future
I'm living in the future
Not a sound was heard
No call came from the bird
Only the carpet of green
From towering trees was seen
Where have they all gone?
Why was there no song?
I'm living in the future
Looking at the past
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