Inbound Starship
On A July Night

Docked in a protected port.

Topographic map of the docking area.

Other Pictures of life in port.

Stars on a summer night.




Title: Galaxy Song

From: Monty Python's The Meaning of Life

Transcribed By: unknown


spoken:

Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown,

And things seem hard or tough,

And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft,


sung:

And you feel that you've had quite eno-o-o-o-o-ough,

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving

And reolving at nine thousand miles an hour.

It's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,

The sun that is the source of all our power.

Now the sun, and you and me, and all the stars that we can see,

Are moving at a million miles a day,

In the outer spiral arm, at fourteen thousand miles an hour,

Of a galaxy we call the Milky Way.

Our galaxy itself contains a hundred million stars;

It's a hundred thousand light-years side to side;

It bulges in the middle sixteen thousand light-years thick,

But out by us it's just three thousand light-years wide.

We're thirty thousand light-years from Galactic Central Point,

We go 'round every two hundred million years;

And our galaxy itself is one of millions of billions

In this amazing and expanding universe.


waltz:

Our universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding,

In all of the directions it can whiz;

As fast as it can go, that's the speed of light, you know,

Twelve million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed there is.

So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,

How amazingly unlikely is your birth;

And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere out in space,

'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth!

from http://www.intriguing.com/mp/scripts/galaxy.txt




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