Istp and Celine part Deux! Help us all.Perhaps the greatest aviation song ever?
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I liked the words to this so much I googled to see if I could listen anywhere ...Boss Hawg wrote: http://www.hadfield.ca/Waltz/Bush_Pilot_Song.html
Bush Pilot's Song© 1999 by Dave Hadfield
http://radio3.cbc.ca/play/band/DAVE-HAD ... lots-Song/
Former Advocate for Floatplane Safety
Pulled from my cozy lurk. Good lord help us all. Jimmy Buffett does a nice version also.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUn4tBkH9q4
Treetop Flier
by Stephen Stills
I could be a rambler from the seven dials
I don't pay taxes 'cause I never file
I don't do business that don't make me smile
I love my aeroplane 'cause she's got style
I'm a treetop flyer
Born survivor
I will fly any cargo you can pay to run
these bush league pilots just can't get the job done
Got to fly down into the canyons, never see the sun
There's no such thing as an easy run
For a treetop flier
Born survivor
I'm flyin' low, I'm in high demand
Fly fifteen feet off the Rio Grande
Blow the mesquite right up off the sand
Seldom seen, especially when I land
I'm a treetop flier
Born Survivor
People ask me, "Where'd you learn to fly that way?"
Over in Vietnam, chasin' NVA
The government taught me, and they taught me right,
Stay under the treeline, and you might come out alright
I'm a treetop flier
Born survivor
Comin' home, I'm runnin' low and fast
promised my woman this one's gonna be my last
Get the ship down, and I tie her fast
then some old boy walks up, says "Son, you wanna make some fast cash?"
I'm a treetop flyer
There's things I am and there's things I'm not
I am a smuggler and I could get shot
But I gonna die, I ain't goin' to get caught,
'Cause I'm a flyin' fool and my aeroplane is just too hot
I'm a treetop flier
Born survivor
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUn4tBkH9q4
Treetop Flier
by Stephen Stills
I could be a rambler from the seven dials
I don't pay taxes 'cause I never file
I don't do business that don't make me smile
I love my aeroplane 'cause she's got style
I'm a treetop flyer
Born survivor
I will fly any cargo you can pay to run
these bush league pilots just can't get the job done
Got to fly down into the canyons, never see the sun
There's no such thing as an easy run
For a treetop flier
Born survivor
I'm flyin' low, I'm in high demand
Fly fifteen feet off the Rio Grande
Blow the mesquite right up off the sand
Seldom seen, especially when I land
I'm a treetop flier
Born Survivor
People ask me, "Where'd you learn to fly that way?"
Over in Vietnam, chasin' NVA
The government taught me, and they taught me right,
Stay under the treeline, and you might come out alright
I'm a treetop flier
Born survivor
Comin' home, I'm runnin' low and fast
promised my woman this one's gonna be my last
Get the ship down, and I tie her fast
then some old boy walks up, says "Son, you wanna make some fast cash?"
I'm a treetop flyer
There's things I am and there's things I'm not
I am a smuggler and I could get shot
But I gonna die, I ain't goin' to get caught,
'Cause I'm a flyin' fool and my aeroplane is just too hot
I'm a treetop flier
Born survivor
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This Flight Tonight Lyrics
» Nazareth
Look out the left the captain said
The lights down there that's where we'll land
Saw a falling star burning
High above the Las Vegas sand
It wasn't the one that you gave to me
That night down south between the trailers
Not the early one that you wish upon
Not the northern one that guides in the sailors
You've got that touch so gentle and sweet
But you've got that look so critical
Can't talk to you babe you know I get so weak
Sometimes I think that love is just mythical
Up there's a heaven, down there's a town
Blackness everywhere any little lights shine
Blackness, blackness draggin' me down
Come on light a candle in this heart of mine
Starbright, starbright, you've got the lovin' that I like
Turn this crazy bird around
Should not have got on this flight tonight
I'm drinkin' sweet champagne got the headphones up high
Can't numb you, can't drum you out of my mind
They're singin'-"Goodbye baby,
Baby bye-bye,
Ooh! love is blind"
Up go the flaps,down go the wheels
Hope you got your heat turned on baby
Hope they've finally fixed your automobile
Hope it's better when we meet again babe.
» Nazareth
Look out the left the captain said
The lights down there that's where we'll land
Saw a falling star burning
High above the Las Vegas sand
It wasn't the one that you gave to me
That night down south between the trailers
Not the early one that you wish upon
Not the northern one that guides in the sailors
You've got that touch so gentle and sweet
But you've got that look so critical
Can't talk to you babe you know I get so weak
Sometimes I think that love is just mythical
Up there's a heaven, down there's a town
Blackness everywhere any little lights shine
Blackness, blackness draggin' me down
Come on light a candle in this heart of mine
Starbright, starbright, you've got the lovin' that I like
Turn this crazy bird around
Should not have got on this flight tonight
I'm drinkin' sweet champagne got the headphones up high
Can't numb you, can't drum you out of my mind
They're singin'-"Goodbye baby,
Baby bye-bye,
Ooh! love is blind"
Up go the flaps,down go the wheels
Hope you got your heat turned on baby
Hope they've finally fixed your automobile
Hope it's better when we meet again babe.
Not sure who sings this one, but I think it is the same guy that sings 'Moma's got her Boobs Out'.
Sung to the tune of Johnny Horton's Big Bad John...
Every mornin at the line
you could see him arrive.
He stood five foot six,
about one eighty five.
About as broad at the shoulder
as he was at the hip.
Everyone knew he didn't give a shit,
Sky King...
Now some said Sky was born in New Orleans,
where he built himself a rotor on a sewing machine.
Cut his teeth on a collective pitch,
old Sky was a low flyin son of a bitch.
Sky King...
Sky King, Sky King,
Short fat Sky.
Then came a day at stage field nine,
When his engine failed,
and men started cryin,
and sirens screamed,
and hearts beat fast.
Everyone thought he'd breathed his last,
'cept Sky.
Well he pushed that collective on down to the floor.
But the damn rotor blade wouldn't turn any more.
So his butt puckered up,
and with a frightening sound,
he just sucked that old chopper
up off the ground.
Sky King...
The ship wasn't hurt but it took half the class,
to get the seat cover out of Sky Kings ass.
Sky King...
Sky King, Sky King,
Short fat Sky.
Well they never re-opened that landin strip.
They just put a marble stand on top of it.
These few words are written on that thing,
There ain't a butt that can pucker,
like old Sky King.
Sung to the tune of Johnny Horton's Big Bad John...
Every mornin at the line
you could see him arrive.
He stood five foot six,
about one eighty five.
About as broad at the shoulder
as he was at the hip.
Everyone knew he didn't give a shit,
Sky King...
Now some said Sky was born in New Orleans,
where he built himself a rotor on a sewing machine.
Cut his teeth on a collective pitch,
old Sky was a low flyin son of a bitch.
Sky King...
Sky King, Sky King,
Short fat Sky.
Then came a day at stage field nine,
When his engine failed,
and men started cryin,
and sirens screamed,
and hearts beat fast.
Everyone thought he'd breathed his last,
'cept Sky.
Well he pushed that collective on down to the floor.
But the damn rotor blade wouldn't turn any more.
So his butt puckered up,
and with a frightening sound,
he just sucked that old chopper
up off the ground.
Sky King...
The ship wasn't hurt but it took half the class,
to get the seat cover out of Sky Kings ass.
Sky King...
Sky King, Sky King,
Short fat Sky.
Well they never re-opened that landin strip.
They just put a marble stand on top of it.
These few words are written on that thing,
There ain't a butt that can pucker,
like old Sky King.
Wahunga!
I've always like this song. Mostly for the music and the way the it was sung. It was from his 1982 album (by the same name). I'm not saying its the greatest song but.....hey it happened
Five Miles Out
music and lyrics by Mike Oldfield
sung by Mike Oldfield and Maggie Riley
What do you do when your falling,
You've got 30 degrees and you're stalling out?
And it's 24 miles to your beacon;
There's a crack in the sky and the warning's out.
Don't take that dive again!
Push through that band of rain!
Five miles out,
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out.
You're Number 1, anticipating you.
Climbing out.
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out.
You're Number 1, anticipating you.
Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!
Calling all stations!
This is Golf-Mike-Oscar-Victor-Juliet
IMC CU.NIMB...icing,
In great difficulty, over.
The traffic controller is calling,
"Victor-Juliet, your identity.
I have you lost in the violent storm!
Communicate or squawk 'Emergency'!"
Don't take that dive again!
Push through that band of rain!
Lost in static, 18,
And the storm is closing in now.
Automatic, 18!
(Got to push through!) Trapped in living hell!
Your a prisoner of the dark sky,
The propeller blades are still!
And the evil eye of the hurricane's
Coming in now for the kill.
Our hope's with you,
Rider in the blue.
Welcome's waiting, we're anticipating
You'll be celebrating, when you're down and braking.
Climbing out.
(Climbing, climbing)
Five miles out.
(Climbing, climbing)
Five miles out,
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out....
(Climbing, climbing)
Five miles out,
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out....
(Climbing, climbing)
Climbing out.
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out....
(Climbing, climbing)
Five miles out,
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out....
(Climbing, climbing)
Climbing out.
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out....
(Climbing, climbing)
Climbing out.
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out....
Five Miles Out
music and lyrics by Mike Oldfield
sung by Mike Oldfield and Maggie Riley
What do you do when your falling,
You've got 30 degrees and you're stalling out?
And it's 24 miles to your beacon;
There's a crack in the sky and the warning's out.
Don't take that dive again!
Push through that band of rain!
Five miles out,
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out.
You're Number 1, anticipating you.
Climbing out.
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out.
You're Number 1, anticipating you.
Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!
Calling all stations!
This is Golf-Mike-Oscar-Victor-Juliet
IMC CU.NIMB...icing,
In great difficulty, over.
The traffic controller is calling,
"Victor-Juliet, your identity.
I have you lost in the violent storm!
Communicate or squawk 'Emergency'!"
Don't take that dive again!
Push through that band of rain!
Lost in static, 18,
And the storm is closing in now.
Automatic, 18!
(Got to push through!) Trapped in living hell!
Your a prisoner of the dark sky,
The propeller blades are still!
And the evil eye of the hurricane's
Coming in now for the kill.
Our hope's with you,
Rider in the blue.
Welcome's waiting, we're anticipating
You'll be celebrating, when you're down and braking.
Climbing out.
(Climbing, climbing)
Five miles out.
(Climbing, climbing)
Five miles out,
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out....
(Climbing, climbing)
Five miles out,
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out....
(Climbing, climbing)
Climbing out.
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out....
(Climbing, climbing)
Five miles out,
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out....
(Climbing, climbing)
Climbing out.
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out....
(Climbing, climbing)
Climbing out.
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out....
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Aviation Music
Tragically Hip - 700 ft Ceiling (Not aviation related, but I still like it!)
Steve Miller - Fly like a Eagle
Lenny Kravitz - Fly Away
And for you old schools metal fans......
Iron Maiden - Aces High
There goes the siren that warns off the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack.
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheel blocks
there's no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before it's too late
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high
Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again
Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind us
Ten ME-109's out of the sun
Ascending and turning out spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press my guns.
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving, goin' again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high.
and
Flight Of Icarus
As the sun breaks, above the ground,
An old man stands on the hill.
As the ground warms, to the first rays of light
A birdsong shatters the still.
His eyes are ablaze,
See the madman in his gaze.
Fly on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly and touch the sun.
Now the crowd breaks and young boy appears
Looks the old man in the eye
As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd
In the name of God my father I fly.
His eyes seem so glazed
As he flies on the wings of a dream.
Now he knows his father betrayed
Now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave
Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun
Steve Miller - Fly like a Eagle
Lenny Kravitz - Fly Away
And for you old schools metal fans......
Iron Maiden - Aces High
There goes the siren that warns off the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack.
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheel blocks
there's no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before it's too late
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high
Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again
Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind us
Ten ME-109's out of the sun
Ascending and turning out spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press my guns.
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving, goin' again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high.
and
Flight Of Icarus
As the sun breaks, above the ground,
An old man stands on the hill.
As the ground warms, to the first rays of light
A birdsong shatters the still.
His eyes are ablaze,
See the madman in his gaze.
Fly on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly and touch the sun.
Now the crowd breaks and young boy appears
Looks the old man in the eye
As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd
In the name of God my father I fly.
His eyes seem so glazed
As he flies on the wings of a dream.
Now he knows his father betrayed
Now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave
Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun
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The best one of all
Iron Maiden
Aces High
There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble weve got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack.
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks theres no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before its too late.
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live. aces high.
Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again.
Bandits at 8 oclock move in behind us
Ten me-109s out of the sun
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press down my guns
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live, aces high
Rock on!
Iron Maiden
Aces High
There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble weve got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack.
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks theres no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before its too late.
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live. aces high.
Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again.
Bandits at 8 oclock move in behind us
Ten me-109s out of the sun
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press down my guns
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live, aces high
Rock on!
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.300 Weatherby Mag wrote:The best one of all
Iron Maiden
Aces High
There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble weve got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack.
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks theres no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before its too late.
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live. aces high.
Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again.
Bandits at 8 oclock move in behind us
Ten me-109s out of the sun
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press down my guns
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live, aces high
Rock on!
I AGREE!!! Maiden rule!
But lets not forget Jag Panzer....
1. Take To The Sky
[Written by Broderick & Conklin]
Orders and runway cleared, given the green to go
Instruments glowing amber red
Light up the turbine engines, they scream and start their burn
G-forces push my heart deep into my chest
Take to the sky, Ten miles high
Stealthily we fly, Take to the sky
Upon reaching altitude earth seems so small below
Silent, invisible black death from above
Laser guided, automated, precise computer control
The enemy blind and unprotected
Pinpoint accuracy certain death sent down below
No mercy, no regret for the unknowing foe
Mission completed heading for home
Objective neutralized
One more kill, one more scar for her side
It's called Football, not soccer!
Gotta vote for this one just for the memories:-)
http://www.peace.ca/straightnorthsongs.htm Bush Plane
http://www.peace.ca/straightnorthsongs.htm Bush Plane
Rule #62 "Don't take yourself so damn seriously"
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I'm a Pilot. Hand's down! By Dos Gringos
http://dosgringosrocks.com/music-6.html
I walk up to you and I shake your hand
Ask you how your day was. You were up all night? That sucks, I understand
Now hurry the @#$! up 'cause I don't want to wait
I'm in a hurry and it's your fault I'm stepping twenty minutes late
Chorus
'Cause I'm a pilot
I only care about me
I don't give a @#$! if I bring your jet back
Code 2 or code 3
'Cause I'm a pilot
And I never make mistakes
I'll take the credit if it ain't broken
I'll blame you if it breaks
I don't even know where oil filter lies
But I'll tell you fix it faster goddammit
'Cause I'm the one who flies
And I'll leave FOD in the cockpit without even a trace
Then I'll over-g the targeting pod with a smile on my face
Repeat Chorus
I'll put out some chaff, maybe a flare. Aww fuckit
'Cause when I get back I wanna see you have to replace the whole damn bucket
And the ECM pod that one's my favorite joke
Forget to turn it on? @#$! no, it just pisses me off when something ain't broke
'Cause I'm a pilot and I'm a mean ol' sonafabitch
Yeah I know it sucks that it's all cold and rainy and here I am inside my cockpit all warm and toasty
Hey crewchief! Why don't you get my tapes for me? What? You think I wanna hold this helmet bag all damn day?
I'll piss on your seat and blame it on a leak
Oh wait, gotta think of something else that's the same excuse that I used last week
When I'm taxiing in do whatever it is you do
You could do a dance, pull down your pants
I don't care I'm not even looking at you
I'm sorry I scratched your jet up, maybe she had an itch
'Cause your baby may have your name on her, but I just made her my bitch
Repeat Chorus
http://dosgringosrocks.com/music-6.html
I walk up to you and I shake your hand
Ask you how your day was. You were up all night? That sucks, I understand
Now hurry the @#$! up 'cause I don't want to wait
I'm in a hurry and it's your fault I'm stepping twenty minutes late
Chorus
'Cause I'm a pilot
I only care about me
I don't give a @#$! if I bring your jet back
Code 2 or code 3
'Cause I'm a pilot
And I never make mistakes
I'll take the credit if it ain't broken
I'll blame you if it breaks
I don't even know where oil filter lies
But I'll tell you fix it faster goddammit
'Cause I'm the one who flies
And I'll leave FOD in the cockpit without even a trace
Then I'll over-g the targeting pod with a smile on my face
Repeat Chorus
I'll put out some chaff, maybe a flare. Aww fuckit
'Cause when I get back I wanna see you have to replace the whole damn bucket
And the ECM pod that one's my favorite joke
Forget to turn it on? @#$! no, it just pisses me off when something ain't broke
'Cause I'm a pilot and I'm a mean ol' sonafabitch
Yeah I know it sucks that it's all cold and rainy and here I am inside my cockpit all warm and toasty
Hey crewchief! Why don't you get my tapes for me? What? You think I wanna hold this helmet bag all damn day?
I'll piss on your seat and blame it on a leak
Oh wait, gotta think of something else that's the same excuse that I used last week
When I'm taxiing in do whatever it is you do
You could do a dance, pull down your pants
I don't care I'm not even looking at you
I'm sorry I scratched your jet up, maybe she had an itch
'Cause your baby may have your name on her, but I just made her my bitch
Repeat Chorus
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If you get a chance listen to the original version by Joni Mitchell!niss wrote:This Flight Tonight Lyrics
» Nazareth
Keeping it Canadian... I've always loved Ian Thomas' 'Pilot'. Not really an aviation song, but great chorus.
Pilot - Ian Thomas
One by one they disappeared
The minds of science, the nation's leaders
To meet again at destination
Sweating in their seats, anticipation
On the salt flats of Nevada
All those who mattered waited for the word
Oh oh Pilot, woah oh pilot
This paradise is lost forever
Oh oh Pilot, woah oh Pilot
We place our trust in the flyer
To deliver us from the fire
We have made
Thru the porthole panic stricken
Humanity had been forsaken
The door secured, the cry was distant
But the scratching fingers grew persistent
repeat chorus
hytymes
At age 4, I fell in love with airplanes. More than a quarter century later I've decided to do something about it.
