Community Event / Creation Elite Parody Songs

This is the thread for all ELITE Style Parodies.... Please click the spoiler tags below the song to read the lyrics...

Song:The Commander
Parody of Kenny Rogers 'The Gambler'
Lyrics :
Song: Thane With Your Load
Parody of Roger Miller's 'King Of The Road'
Lyrics :
Song: Thargoid And Fer-de-Lance
Parody of Dolly Parton's '9 to 5'
Lyrics :
Song: Docking Your Craft Up (Global Vision Song contest entry)
Parody of Bucks Fizz 'Making Your Mind Up'
Lyrics:
You gotta try to speed it up
And then you gotta rotate it round
'Cos if you believe you ship won't hit the top
You gotta pay impound
and soon you will find
That there is a skill
for docking your craft up

You gotta flick your stick
and then you gotta try to park
You gotta be sure that the dock is right ahead,
or you're gonna leave a mark
Before you decide the time is right for docking your craft up
Don't let your indecision make you warp away
Trust that spinning vision don't let thargoids get their way.

And now you really gotta burn it up
and try to line your ship up right
Ya gotta dock for your money so take a chance
And it will turn out right
and when you see how its so easy
Your docking your craft up

And try to look as if you don't care less
But if you wanna dock some more
Then the rules of the game
Will let you find
the port your looking for

And then you can show that you think you know
about docking your craft up
Don't let your indecision make you warp away
Trust that spinning vision don't let thargoids get their way.

You gotta try to speed it up
And then you gotta rotate it round
'Cos if you believe you ship won't hit the top
You gotta pay impound
and soon you will find
That there is a skill
for docking your craft up

You gotta try to speed it up
And then you gotta rotate it round
'Cos if you believe you ship won't hit the top
You gotta pay impound
and soon you will find
That there is a skill
for docking your craft up

for docking your craft up
for docking your craft up
for docking your craft up

Song: Wagars Lament (Lavecom)
Parody of Amy Winehouse's 'Rehab'
Lyrics:
They tried to make me go to Lavecon but I can't 'go, no, no'
Yes I'd like that but my wife came back and said No No No
I ain't gonna whine and my book needs done on time
Stop trying to make me go to Lavecon I can't go go go

I'd rather be at home with May
Giving Thane a hard day
Cause there's nothing
There's nothing you can do to me
That cant be done by my wife in a nasty way

And it will take a lot of gas
I don't have a onesie to show my ass...

They tried to make me go to Lavecon but I can't 'go, no, no'
Yes I'd like that but my wife came back and said No No No
I ain't gonna whine and my book needs done on time
Stop trying to make me go to Lavecon I can't go go go

Then John said 'why cant you be there'
I said 'I got no idea
I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose my boaby
so I always keep brownie points clear'
Allen said 'I just think you're oppressed,
Man up, get your points and spend the rest'

They tried to make me go to Lavecon but I can't go, no, no'
Yes I'd like that but my wife came back and said No No No

I don't ever wanna think again
I just need brownie points in the end
I'm not gonna fart for ten weeks
and do dishes, and vacuuming till time ends

I'll give up my pride
make a princess of my bride

They tried to make me go to Lavecon now I can 'go, go, go'
My wife aint glad and I will pay bad oh no no no
My wife's says its fine still she feels it is a crime
I'm gonna get to go to Lavecom Yes I can go go go

Song:Ship Or Two
Parody of Tenacious D's 'Kickapoo'
Lyrics :
A long ass blooming time I spent
just bouncing off the wall
until my shields got battered down
and my hull got crumpled so
that all my precious cargo
kept floating out the holes

My name was Agent P and I refused to give it up
even though I had lost 8 good ships and still kept messing up
Until one time I tried it and the station did announce..

oh please stop crashing in our walls, it really winds us up
you keep leaving bloody dents, and it costs to fix em up
just today you made a dent and now there's bloody two
And if you try to dock again,
Then we will shoot at you!
Gotta get it right in the docking zone!
Gotta match the spin with the docking zone!
Gotta keep it tight in the docking zone!
Gotta park it right at the docking zone!

You didn't heed our warnings kid, now what is wrong with you?
Are you really suicidal or is it something you can't do?
Your skill level your working with comes from the depths of hell
just be glad we got good shields that should help you repell
but we'll fine you for this hassle;
among some other things!
Your ship must change direction,
or chaos we will bring.
You'd better turn your shop,
Better go away!
You're fined 50 credits just for today!
Don't let us see your ship
here ever again!
were gotta shoot you down if you come near this zone!

Braben can you hear me?
Im lost without a clone
I really need your guidance
will you come down from your throne
I really need a wingman who can teach me how to dock
my mates say that its easy
but they laugh when I get clocked
they say jumpers are ugly
but theyre awesome and they rock
I'll never buy a onesie while im stuck outside this dock

I hear you young commander
you are hungry for the dock
but to learn the art of docking
secret skills you must unlock
you must take your precious cargo
to the station bernards star
on that journey you must go to find the ways to dock your craaaaaft

At the Station at bernards star
when the suns blocked by the moon
you must try the art of docking
while inflating a balloon.
It will take some time to master
but the practise will make good
then you can sell your precious cargo
and buy your self rem locks...

so off he jumped to bernards star
with docking on his mind
and he fought his way through griefers and others of that kind
in the end he knew that he would master the dark art...

Dooooock.... Doo o oooo oooo oooooock
Dooo oooo oock aaayayayayayyayayayayay

Dock

Song : Elite Boss
Parody of Tenacious D's 'Beelzeboss'
Lyrics :
[Elite]
I am Elite...
[both]
noooo nnoooo
[Elite]
yes Im elite, I was dangerous
now im elite and your ship I will gut
This system is mine, and you're out of line
you shot at my ship and now you must both die

[AP]
Wait! Wait! Wait!
Please me old mucker
We challenge you to a shoot off!
Give us a chance to blast your socks off

[Elite]
What? What? Wait?
The federal law prevents me
From ignoring a shoot off challenge
What are your terms? What's the cash?

[AP]
If we win, you must take your sorry ship back to Lave.
And also you will have to pay our debts.

[Elite] And what if I win?
[AP] Then you can take our ships as well...
[A] What?
[AP] Trust me Alien, it's the only way,
[A] What the hell are we going to use?
[AP] ...to be sold off as scrap
[Elite]
Fine! Let the shoot off begin! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I'm am Elite, I trade metals!
Check this cargo, it's bloody expensive
I'm am Elite, I can do what I want,
See my lazers they will hit what I want,
There's never been a shoot off that I've ever lost
I can't wait to take your ships back to Lave
I'm gonna sell you both as imperial slaves
I'll make a deal with the station criminals

[AP]
No!
[one version:] C'mon Alien bring the thunder.
[A]
There's just no way that we can win,
That was a masterclass.
[AP] Listen to me
[A] He fights too hard because he's an Elite pilot
[AP]
Goddamn-it Alien,
He gonna sell us off as slaves,
and that's how we'll end our days
[A]
No
[AP]Unless we give a massive monster lazer blast.
[A] Dude, we've been through so much crap,
[AP] Lets activate our lasers blast his ass
[Both] Now it's time to blow this ****** up!
[AP] C'mon Alien, now go try blow his ship up
[A] I hear you Agent P, it's time to blast him up
[AP] Fire up the shields 'cause it's time for a throwdown
[A] We'll bend him over then we'll show him PewPew Town
[Both] Now we've got to blow this ****** up
[A] He's gonna sell us if we do not blow him up
[AP] C'mon Alien 'cause it's time to fire missiles
[A] Oh, we'll piledrive you, it's time for the smackdown
[AP]
Hey you elite-er, think you're the boss,
We know your weakness our rocket-sauce
We fire our lazers, and shoot you down
We will defeat you for all mankind
You fly a fighter,
Were fly like tubes
You are the elite,
We are the Noobs[18x]

[Elite]
You guys are bloody' lame.
Come on guys, I got ECM.
Taste my lazers noobies!

[AP] No! Fire Alien.. cook his ass

[Elite]
Ow! Crap!
My freakin' shields!
Oh no!

[AP]
From whence you came you start again,
Until you are elite again

[Elite]
No!
curse you Agent P and curse you Alien!
I'll get you , blooming nooooobs...

Song : Elite 4's Here
Performed by Alien
Parody of Justin Hayward's 'Forever Autumn'
Lyrics :
For twenty long dark years we had to play our games
They were never the ones that we'd want
Those long dark years are all but gone now
Elite Four's here
I watch the sun set south in a Minecraft Sky
One by one the blocks disappear
I'm not playing X3 Terran Conflict now,
Elite Four's here

I was playing Sims 3 when Kickstarter came to haunt me
Those sixty days soon went away

Through Call Of Duty wars we used to pick our way
You'd kill them all when they'd appear
Tomb Raider lays undisturbed now
Elite Four's here, Elite Four's here, Elite Four's Here

[Instrumental]

GTA Four sits on the side now,
as if to hide away my fears
My life will procedural generated
Elite Four's here, Elite Four's here, Elite Four's Here

Song : Elite Once More
Performed by Alien
Parody of The Carpenters 'Yesterday Once More'
Lyrics :
Song : Elite Carebears
Performed by Psykokow
Parody of Psy's 'Gangham Style'
Lyrics :
UNRECORDED


Song : Elite Prince
Written by Drew Gray
Parody of Will Smith's 'Fresh Prince'
Lyrics :
Song : The Joker
Written by Majere
Parody of Steve Miller's 'The Joker'
Lyrics :
Song : We Built This Station
Written by Jabokai
Parody of Europe's 'We Built This City'
Lyrics :
Song : Fairytale of New Lave
Written by Psykokow
Parody of the Pogue's 'Fairytale of New York'
Lyrics :
Permission is being sought for these song parodies and we will update this thread as and when permission is gained..
 
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The Joker

It's a bit naff and needs some more work but I put it together a bit quick.

Some people call me the space cowboy
Some people call me the gangster of lave
Some people call me Jameson
'Cause I speak of the dark wheel as one

People talk about me, baby
Say I'm dockin' you wrong, dockin' you wrong
Well, don't you worry baby
Don't worry
Just spin right here, right here, right here, right here now I'm home

Cause I'm a trader
I'm a winner
I'm an explorer
And I'm a sinner
I scoop more fuel in the sun

I'm a flyer
On the frontier
I'm a bounty hunter
Making sure you don't hurt no one
 
Elite Prince

Now, this is a story all about how
Elite got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how it became Dangerous with a Kickstarter...

In the heart of Cambridge born and raised
Elite was a space game ahead of its days
Trading and shooting in a procedural universe
Bounties, Pirates, Thargoids, Vipers, and challenges diverse
Scooping fuel, docking ships, flying through witchspace
You could even become “Elite” if you were really ace!
From Braben and Bell with their mastery of games
Came a title that put all rivals to shame.

Years passed, Elite spread, but technology evolved
And its graphical fidelity now seemed poorly resolved
So Braben got to work on a successor to Elite
Thus was born Frontier, and oh what a treat...
Planet-landing, mining, factions, physics, missions full of risk
The whole galaxy fit on a single floppy disk
Numerous ships to fly through millions of stars
And it got even better with First Encounters

Then things went quiet
Nothing seemed to stir
And in spite of the rumours we saw no Elite IV
Some kept faith
But others drifted away
It seemed Elite had had its day...

But at the heart of Frontier, David still dreamed
Of a new Elite that could be deemed
A successor to the crown of the classics of old
That would tower above all of modern gaming gold

So Dangerous was Kickstarted for over a million
And the fans all chanted, “Take my money, this is brilliant!”
There were doubters and detractors shouting “greed” and “shame”
Yet every Elite player knew they wanted this game,
To return to the stars, to captain our own ships
The dream had never left us! Elite was still worshipped!
So the cash soon flew in thick and fast
After two months the goal was hit at last!

It finally came home at £1.6 mil
The target was smashed, this game will now be brill!
So no room for doubt,
Nothing left to slander,
Just three words: Right On, Commander!
 
Rap is not my strong point!!!

I have done a Train Spotting like trail for the pie federation in Hattrick many moons ago...

Choose Pie


Its a little rough, but suprisingly tricky to get right.. and having to put the accent on too... anyway I'm up to any challenge and will try my best to do the song some kind of fair injustice...

Another Pie version

Pie Generation

Now years have passed and though my singing skills haven't grown too much, my mixing skills might have..

WARNING these MP3 CONTAIN Choice Language and themes and AWFUL keychanges...
 
that trip to my past is painful and funny... just found my attempt to sing Du Hast with lyrics translated into German and me trying to sing them..

Ze Lebein Fleshe Torte or something...

AMAZING backing Track though.... AMAZING!!! :D

Listen to this backing... ooooh ignore the song. Im sorry.
What a backing track
 
Worst song EVER -

Say you don't know me or recognise my transponder
Say you don't care who flies that kind of Anaconda
Knee deep in the plasma sinking in your fight
Too many Thargoids beating up the flight

Marconi flies his Mamba, listen to Lave Radio, don't you remember
We built this station, we built this station on a rock, in a hole

Chorus:
We built this station, we built this station on a rock, in a hole
Built this station, we built this station on a rock, in a hole

Someone always preying on juicy corporate states
Who cares there's always Vipers ensuring pirate's fates
We just want to trade here but someone freed our slaves
They call us irremediable, send us off to Lave

Marconi flies his Mamba, listen to Lave Radio, don't you remember
We built this station, we built this station on a rock, in a hole

We built this station, we built this station on a rock, in a hole
Built this station, we built this station on a rock, in a hole

It's just another Boa, in a tired old fleet
Vipers have got the choke hold, oh then we just got beat

Who counts the credits earned at Barnard's Star
Who rides the missile in to our stock Delta
Don't tell us you need us, 'cos we're the ship of fools
Looking for Reidquat, burning up our fuel

Don't you remember ('member)('member)

Marconi flies his Mamba, listen to Lave Radio, don't you remember
We built this station, we built this station on a rock, in a hole

We built this station, we built this station on a rock, in a hole
Built this station, we built this station on a rock, in a hole
...
 
Love that jabokai... lol..

Im thinking of a reworking of 'Friday' but I'm not sure what the elite days of the week are? Are they different?

IF someone smart out there knows, please help me.

Then I may just make the definitive version..
 
Interesting lyrics psykokow :D

In hattrick our little fed well.... we had our run ins with moderators, gm's owners... you name it leading up to piegate when a huge chunk of our members got banned...

I survived as I don't enjoy trolling, or the indescriminate spamming.. I like fun and good fun and humour.
 
Come on guys!! I need more songs for my rewrites album!! :D

It will be on the new Federation Chart Show Album chart...
 
It was free lave's eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man threatened me: I wet my underpants.
And then he sang a song
The Lave Revolutionaries
I turned my face away and thought about them
We were the lucky ones
survived the blasting bombs
the thousands fleeing
would never see them
So happy free lave
I love you baby
this is a better time
Where all our dreams are free.

we got much better bars
we all can mine gold
But the tax rates are shocking
It´s no place for the poor
When you first took my hand on that first free lave eve
You promised me freedom was waiting for me
You were heroic and pretty
King of new Lave city when the crowd slowed their chanting you yelled out for more
The sky it was sparkling all the drunks they were singing
We kissed through the fireworks
Then danced through the night.

And the boys from the Lave Radio show were singing, acting gay
And the bells were ringing out for free Lave day.

You´re a **** you´re a ****
You´re an old ****ty punk
Lying there almost dead with tattoos on your head
You coward you maggot
You cheap lousy ******
Happy Free Lave your **** I pray god it´s our last.

And the boys from the Lave Radio show were singing, acting gay
And the bells were ringing out for free Lave day.


You could have saved my mum!
Well so could anyone
You let them in our home
When hey first came for me
I tried to stop them babe
They simply knocked me down
Couldn't save her on my own,
I nearly couldn't save you

And the boys from the Lave Radio show were singing, acting gay
And the bells were ringing out for free Lave day.
 
King of the Load

Trader for sale or rent
Cargos carried for credits
No passengers, no pets
I ain't got Farkin Two retts
Ah, but, two tons of Lavian Ale
Gets you five minutes telling your tale
To this man with means by one name
Thane with your load.

Third ship on deck, bay 4
Destination...Bernards Star.
Old worn out drives and shields,
but I'd die before I'd yield,
I don't pay fines I have amassed
They can pull them out my ass
I'm the man who lives on baked beans
Thane with your Load.

I know every Tech in stations galore
All of their secrets, and some of their *****s
And every wreck just floating about
And all of its cargo
Where no one's around.

I sing,
Trader for sale or rent
Cargos carried for credits
No passengers, no pets
I ain't got Farkin Two retts
Ah, but, two tons of Lavian Ale
Gets you five minutes telling your tale
To this man with means by one name
Thane with your load.
 
Thargoid and Fer-de-lance (9 - 5)

Tumble off the chair
And land flat on the bar floor
try to get back into sitting
heaving, fartin, try to stay alive
neck another jar full
And the blood start creepin
Back on the seat
Kidneys are now freakin
And folks like me at thargoid and fer-de-lance
Chorus:

Thargoid and Fer-de-Lance
What a place to do yer drinkin
Special Prices too
Go in sober
come out stinkin
They just juice your mind
And they always charge you credit
Its enough to rot your
Liver if you let it

at the Fer-de-Lance, for service and sarcasm
You would think that I
Could order up a Lave Orgasm
Want to move at all
But the body just wont let me in
I swear sometimes that my ass is out to get me
Mmmmm...

They share your dream
Just a treat em with laughter
Your a piece of meat
On the spicy platter
But you know that you are here to stay

crank up a tune
Jukebox never stops
decipher the clues
maybe this time'll pop
And the tunes gonna play
An they're all gonna cheer and say

2nd chorus:

Thargoid and Fer-de-Lance
What a place to do yer drinkin
Special Prices too
Go in sober
come out stinkin
They just juice your mind
And they always charge you credit
Its enough to rot your
Liver if you let it

the Fer-de-lance, they got you where they want you
There's a better life
And your just to drunk to notice
Its a rich mans game
Never got enough of credits
And you spend your life
Pouring money out your wallet

3rd chorus:

Thargoid and Fer-de-Lance
What a place to do yer drinkin
Special Prices too
Go in sober
come out stinkin
They just juice your mind
And they always charge you credit
Its enough to rot your
Liver if you let it

Fade:

the Fer-de-lance, they got you where they want you
There's a better life
And your just to drunk to notice
Its a rich mans game
Never got enough of credits
And you spend your life
Pouring money out your wallet
 
I hear the train a comin'
[I hear the traders docking]
It's rollin' 'round the bend,
[Secured in their airlock]
And I ain't seen the sunshine,
[And I ain't seen my Cobra 3]
Since, I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison,
[I'm stuck in Leesti Prison]
And time keeps draggin' on,
But that train keeps a-rollin',
[But those traders keep on docking]
On down to San Antone.
[in the station that’s my home]

When I was just a baby,
My Mama told me, "Son,
Always be a good boy,
[no messin with the vipers]
Don't ever play with guns,"
[a laser aint no fun]
But I shot a man in Reno,
[But I shot a man on Diso,]
Just to watch him die,
When I hear that whistle blowin',
[When I hear those traders docking,]
I hang my head and cry.

I bet there's rich folks eatin',
[I bet there's trader captain’s]
In a fancy dining car,
[In the fancy station bar]
They're probably drinkin' coffee,
And smokin' big cigars,
But I know I had it comin',
I know I can't be free,
But those people keep a-movin',
[But that cargo keeps a-movin',]
And that's what tortures me.

Well, if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine,
[If that Cobra 3 was mine,]
I bet I'd move out over a little,
[I’d hyperspace right out of here]
Farther down the line,
Far from Folsom Prison,
[Far from Leesti Prison,]
That's where I want to stay,
And I'd let that lonesome whistle,
[And I'd let my trading profits,]
Blow my Blues away.
 
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Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a wormhole,
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a pirate, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Any way the traders go doesn't really matter to me, to me.

Mama, just crashed again,
Tried to dock with my eyes closed
Missed the entrace, now I'm hosed.
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh,
Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Just reload, just reload as if nothing really happened.

Too late, it's time to go
I've got to make a run
And I need to skim the sun
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and try to dock
Mama, ooh (no docking computer),
I don't wanna die,
I sometimes wish I'd started with more dough

I see a little sliver of an entrance
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Blue Danube?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening me.
(David Braben) David Braben.
(David Braben) David Braben,
David Braben Figaro
Magnifico.

I'm just a pirate and nobody loves me.
He's just a pirate from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this humility.

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go.
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let me go) Will not let you go.
(Let me go) Will not let you go.
(Let me go) Ah.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

(Oh, mama mia, mama mia) Mama mia, let me go.
Elite: Dangerous has a Cobra put aside for me, for me, for me.

So you think you can shoot me and ECM my missile,
So you think you can target me and destroy me in style.
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.

Any way the trade goes.
 
To the tune of 'Happy Talk'

Elite: D, keep talkin' Elite: D,
Talk about ships you'd like to fly.
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream,
How you gonna have a dream come true?

Talk about the moon floatin' in the skies
Lookin' at a cobra nearing Lave;
Talk about a novice learnin' how to fly.
Getting busted trying to sell a slave.

Elite: D, keep talkin' Elite: D,
Talk about ships you'd like to fly.
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream,
How you gonna have a dream come true?

Talk about a star; a distant point of light
Soarin' through the arms of the Milky Way;
Talk about the ships and the glittering laser light
Countin' all the cargo you blew away

Elite: D, keep talkin' Elite: D,
Talk about ships you'd like to fly.
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream
How you gonna have a dream come true?

Talk about the ship sailing to the sun
Fuel scoops drawing in the heat
Talk about the sun reaching out with flames
causin' you to a hasty retreat

Elite: D, keep talkin' Elite: D,
Talk about ships you'd like to fly.
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream
How you gonna have a dream come true?

If you don't talk happy,
And you never have dream,
Then you'll never have a dream come true!
 
On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Some credits with a Cobra Mk III.

On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two hardpoint lasers,
And some credits with a Cobra Mk III.

On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three tonnes of food,
Two hardpoint lasers,
And some credits with a Cobra Mk III.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four brand new missiles,
Three tonnes of food,
Two hardpoint lasers,
And some credits with a Cobra Mk III.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five secret missions,
Four brand new missiles,
Three tonnes of food,
Two hardpoint lasers,
And some credits with a Cobra Mk III.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six classical themes,
Five secret missions,
Four brand new missiles,
Three tonnes of food,
Two hardpoint lasers,
And some credits with a Cobra Mk III.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven police vipers,
Six classical themes,
Five secret missions,
Four brand new missiles,
Three tonnes of food,
Two hardpoint lasers,
And some credits with a Cobra Mk III.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight galaxies,
Seven police vipers,
Six classical themes,
Five secret missions,
Four brand new missiles,
Three tonnes of food,
Two hardpoint lasers,
And some credits with a Cobra Mk III.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine kill thresholds,
Eight galaxies,
Seven police vipers,
Six classical themes,
Five secret missions,
Four brand new missiles,
Three tonnes of food,
Two hardpoint lasers,
And some credits with a Cobra Mk III.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten years of gaming,
Nine kill thresholds,
Eight galaxies,
Seven police vipers,
Six classical themes,
Five secret missions,
Four brand new missiles,
Three tonnes of food,
Two hardpoint lasers,
And some credits with a Cobra Mk III.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven pledge add-ons,
Ten years of gaming,
Nine kill thresholds,
Eight galaxies,
Seven police vipers,
Six classical themes,
Five secret missions,
Four brand new missiles,
Three tonnes of food,
Two hardpoint lasers,
And some credits with a Cobra Mk III.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve 'right on, Commanders',
Eleven pledge add-ons,
Ten years of gaming,
Nine kill thresholds,
Eight galaxies,
Seven police vipers,
Six classical themes,
Five secret missions,
Four brand new missiles,
Three tonnes of food,
Two hardpoint lasers,
And some credits with a Cobra Mk III!
 
Extract from the Thargoid and fer-de-lance thread

worth reposting if only because I think so...

The CROWD ROARED as the host announced their Act.. and the stage filled with Smoke.... Susan slowly walked through the smoke to stage front as Frank lay down a tasty beat..

Susan looked to the officials box and there sat Brian McMurray, smiling surrounded by arm guards.. he would need to wait for now the show must go on. Amber and Illu joined the stage and struck their poses.. Simon started the Bass line and the crowd settled as Susan was about to sing...
Mark sat at the controls of the wind machine ready for the keychange..

The Tune was GOBSMACKING

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Lyrics :

You gotta try to speed it up
And then you gotta rotate it round
'Cos if you believe you ship won't hit the top
You gotta pay impound
and soon you will find
That there is a skill
for docking your craft up

You gotta flick your stick
and then you gotta try to park
You gotta be sure that the dock is right ahead,
or you're gonna leave a mark
Before you decide the time is right for docking your craft up
Don't let your indecision make you warp away
Trust that spinning vision don't let thargoids get their way.

And now you really gotta burn it up
and try to line your ship up right
Ya gotta dock for your money so take a chance
And it will turn out right
and when you see how its so easy
Your docking your craft up

And try to look as if you don't care less
But if you wanna dock some more
Then the rules of the game
Will let you find
the port your looking for

And then you can show that you think you know
about docking your craft up
Don't let your indecision make you warp away
Trust that spinning vision don't let thargoids get their way.

You gotta try to speed it up
And then you gotta rotate it round
'Cos if you believe you ship won't hit the top
You gotta pay impound
and soon you will find
That there is a skill
for docking your craft up

You gotta try to speed it up
And then you gotta rotate it round
'Cos if you believe you ship won't hit the top
You gotta pay impound
and soon you will find
That there is a skill
for docking your craft up

for docking your craft up
for docking your craft up
for docking your craft up
 
Mayday...Is there anybody out there...
Just bleep if you can hear me....
Is there anyone at all....

come on now...
all my systems down
I need some propane
get me moving once again

Syntax:
I need some Hydrogen fuel first
Just the basic tonne
can you send it pretty fast?

There is no sound you are receding
A distant voice on the airways
you maybe headed for the grave
your ship beeps
but I can't hear what your saying

When I was a child I owned an eagle
The ship flew just like two balloons
I wish I had that feeling once again
I Can explain
I'm in a fer-de-lance, that's run out of its fuel......

I........Have become a stranded schtum

(I'll Write more later ;) )
 
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