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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?
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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
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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