Cosmic Culture -- Song Lyrics -- E Cosmic Culture - OPS
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Cosmic Culture -- Song Lyrics -- E Cosmic Culture - OPS
Cosmic Culture -- Song Lyrics -- E Compiled by Thomas Gangale: [email protected] Version date: 2/26/2014 7:08:00 PM Earth and Sun and Moon Midnight Oil, 1993 In the morning we will wake up and take to the air Look back at the planet - I’m glued to my chair Southern half is burning as we climb through the sky Sea birds softly falling, smoke way up high There’s the contours of the mountains, the deserts and plains And a hurricane is blowing, and it turns once again Now there’s oil spills in the water where Columbus once sailed And there’s history and mystery and it’s rolling away I wish you could see this great mystery Earth and sun and Moon, human tribe, thin blue line Earth and sun and Moon will survive Sediment is flowing from river to sea Now where are the mighty nations, no lines to be seen An axe upon the broken ground the sigh of the trees And it’s floating in the ether, it brings me to my knees Too messed up to care Anyone got a wing and a prayer In the blink of an eye Thank you and goodnight Earth and sun and Moon, human tribe, one thin blue line Earth and sun and Moon will survive, will survive, we will survive Earthshine Rush, 2002 On certain nights When the angles are right And the Moon is a slender crescent It’s circle shows In a ghostly glow Of earthly luminescence Earthshine A beacon in the night I can raise my eyes to Earthshine Earthshine A jewel out of reach Form a dream to rise to Earthshine Floating high In the evening sky I see my faint reflection Pale facsimile Like what others see When they look in my direction Earthshine Stretching out your hand Full of starlit diamonds Earthshine Reflected light To another’s sight And the Moon tells a lover’s story Cosmic Culture -- Song Lyrics -- E Compiled by Thomas Gangale: [email protected] Version date: 2/26/2014 7:08:00 PM My borrowed face And my third hand grace Only reflect your glory You’re still out of reach Form a dream to rise to Earthshine Eight Foot Two, Solid Blue Allan Sherman, 1963 Last night I met a man from Mars, and he was very sad. He said, "Won't you help me find my girl friend, please?" So I asked him, "What does she look like?", And the man from Mars said, she's Eight foot two, solid blue, Five transistors in each shoe, Has anybody seen my gal? Lucite nose, rust-proof toes, And when her antenna glows, She's the cutest Martian gal. You know she promised me, recently, She wouldn't stray, But came the dawn, she was gone Eighteen billion miles away. Her steering wheel has sex appeal, Her evening gown is stainless steel, Has anybody seen my gal? How I miss all the bliss Of her sweet hydraulic kiss, Has anybody seen my gal? Lovely shape, custom built, Squeeze her wrong and she says "tilt", Has anybody seen my gal? 1 She does the cutest tricks, with her six stereo ears. When she walks by, spacemen cry, 'Specially when she shifts her gears. If she's found, rush like mad, Put her on a launching pad, Down at Cape Canaveral, And shoot me back my cutie, My supersonic beauty, Send me back my Martian gal. End of the Universe S.P.O.C.K, 2001 I've got a head with a very special brain enough to drive me insane analyzing everything inside and out until there is no doubt Now I know the truth, I've been fortunate it's a good time to quit Then right ahead of me: the final mystery! Can't make up my mind as I see the sign "The End of the Universe" Should I go ahead or am I dead at the end of the universe Is it really that strange Will there be any change or is it the same I look around and I see a light there's a restaurant to my right Cosmic Culture -- Song Lyrics -- E Compiled by Thomas Gangale: [email protected] Version date: 2/26/2014 7:08:00 PM I get a window table and a drink in my hand and I try to understand why there's no real end or some kind of a wall just a waterfall And still I cannot say Is this the final day? Can't make up my mind as I see the sign "The End of the Universe" Should I go ahead or am I dead at the end of the universe Is it really that strange Will there be any change or is it the same Espace Mademoiselle K, 2008 Dans l’Espace, pas de son. Ils ont peur de perdre ce qu’ils sont. Si tu tends bien les yeux, tu peux les voir, Des gars, sur terre ils avaient plus les pieds Alors ils ont creusés des cratères et se sont enterrés. Dans l’Espace emmitouflés dans des gants, Y a des gars qu’ont peur de perdre leurs doigts Ils sont coincés là. Dans l’Espace les sattelites sont des arrêts de bus Où passent des étoiles filantes, des étoiles fuyantes. Elles transportent l’espoir, sans même s’arrêter, Nous on est coincés là, on les voit filer. Même dans les trous noirs, on fait peur à voir, Les météorites changent de trajectoire, On les voit passer. On ose plus jouer avec l’apesanteur, Chaque soir on rêve de jours meilleurs Dans l’Espace du Peut-Etre, Alors on attends... Alors on attends les étoiles filantes Qu’elles tissent pour nous l’horizon, Ultra droit, Ultra stable On a tellement peur d’être malade, Et on s’emballe à la vitesse grand V. Un rien nous touche, on se fait ultra raquer On vit Ultra violet, Ultra tremblant, On se découpe entièrement Assis là, Patiemment, on attends, On sait qu’ça mettra longtemps, Mais il parait qu’ici Les années sont des lumières, Qui brillent jusque sous terre. Cosmic Culture -- Song Lyrics -- E Compiled by Thomas Gangale: [email protected] Version date: 2/26/2014 7:08:00 PM (translation) Space In space, no sound. They are afraid of losing what they are. If you stretch your eyes, you can see, The guy on Earth they had set foot So they dug craters and were buried. In the area wrapped in gloves, There are guys who fear of losing their fingers They are stuck there. In the space of the satellite are bus stops Where to go shooting stars, stars elusive. They carry the hope, without even stopping, We we’re stuck there, you see them spinning. Even in black holes, we are afraid to see, Meteorites change trajectory We see them through. It dares to play with weightlessness Every night we dream of better days In the area of Maybe So we wait ... While we wait for shooting stars They weave for us the horizon Ultra right, Ultra Stable It was so afraid of being sick It gets carried away and the speed; Nothing touches us, it is ultra shell out We saw Ultra Violet, Ultra trembling It is entirely cut 2 Sitting there, patiently waiting for it, That it. We know it will take time, But it seems that here The years are lights, Shining down on Earth. Everyone’s Gone to the Moon Jonathan King, 1965 Streets full of people, all alone Roads full of houses never home Church full of singing out of tune Everyone’s gone to the Moon Eyes full of sorrow, never wet Hands full of money, all in debt Sun coming out in the middle of June Everyone’s gone to the Moon Long time ago Life had begun Everyone went to the sun Hearts full of motors painted green Mouths full of chocolate-covered cream Arms that can only lift a spoon Everyone’s gone to the Moon Everyone’s gone to the Moon Everyone’s gone to the Moon