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From TGMR, let’s give them hell!

Right after 2:17 feels like the song is just starting. I wish there was more with the same melody and tempo

I fell for the Alliance Navy ads and now I am stuck fighting the OSPN

A captain of a port less vessel

Love will loosen grips weapon's will sceace to stir and no ill word will be utterd

Is it bad that I picture the manatee as bearing suspicious resemblance to a sea-ship

Sell-Deny-Delay/Deny-Delay-Depose

Does anybody know the tabs for this?

Love this!

Thank you for preserving this. I've never heard this version before, thank you I love finding new songs with Leslie Fish.

Larry Niven books sent me here. Thanks for doing the good work.

My 7 year old twins always ask me to sing "the probe song" meaning this!

This song has been making me work on myself every day for the second year now, just for the legacy I'm going to leave behind. This genre of music awakens in me the strength to fight.

space/sci fi folk songs are a underutilized/underrated genre

Space Nam’

Prophetic

Currently doing a space race with my friends in Kerbal Space Program. I’m going to blast this in the group chat when I get to the moon. I expect a landing by 1965.

Soundtrack for the entire school's system.. Great, no, perfect book and song.

Deep in engineering where mortals seldom go, A manager and customer come looking for a show. They pass amused among us as they sign in on the log, They've come to see our pony and they've come to see our dog. Three things to be wary of: A new kid in his prime, A man with all the answers / and a code which runs the first time. Summoned from our cubicles to conference room we go, We bring our dog and pony for we know they'll want a show. Watching as we enter with a shifty restless sigh, The customer sits waiting in his pin-striped suit and tie. Three things never trust in: That's the vendor's final bill, The promises your boss makes / and the customer's good will. The pony kicks his heels up as the doggy does his trick, And hands a-wave with vigour as we lay it on real thick, The customer just watches as we do this song and dance, Then reaches for his briefcase only giving us a glance. Three things see no end: A loop with exit code done wrong, A semaphore untested / and the change that comes along. From briefcase then there comes a list of things we must revise, And all but four within the room are taken by surprise, And all but four are thinking of their last job with remorse, The customer, the manager, the doggy and the horse. Three things hold no secret: Files that somehow hit the net, Your boss's secretary / and the third thing, I forget. First thirty-seven changes that somehow we must add in, Then twenty-one new features show up much to our chagrin, And this thing's just inadequate and that one's just plain wrong, And by the way your schedule is about three months too long. Three things it is better far that only you should know: How much you're payed, the schedule pad / and what is just for show. The customer proceeds to go through each change line by line, Excruciating detail which no logic can divine. When it ends there's only four not sitting there agog, The customer, the manager, the pony and the dog. Three things never anger: First the one who runs your deck, The one who runs the backup / and the one who signs the cheque. Now we are contract software types who spends our days and nights, Embedded in that system down with all the bits and bytes, And none but us can tell full well the damage done today, It's what they do not know for which they're gonna have to pay. Three things are most perilous: Connectors that corrode, Unproven algorithms / and self-modifying code. The manager and customer are quick to leave this bunch, They take the dog and pony and they all go out to lunch, Now how will we revenge ourselves on those who raise our ire? Write code that self-destructs the day the warranties expire! Three things trust above all else: Your knowledge of your craft, That someone makes a profit / and that you will get the shaft!

FULL lyrics The night of fire is yet to come The tyrant's shadow down the years demands we kneel, or take the gun And go shed blood instead of our tears So, rejoince, Columbia's sons, rejoice! To tyrants never bend the knee But lend your heart and hands and voice To Jefferson and liberty! "Every twenty years," he said "The times are ripe and over-past To raise rebellion's fiery head And cast off tyranny's shel at last!" So, rejoice, Columbia's sons, rejoice! To tyrants never bend the knee But lend your heart and hands and voice To Jefferson and liberty! No man is good nor wise enough To rule another, or disown The rights of every woman and man To live and let live and be left alone So, rejoice, Columbia's sons, rejoice! To tyrants never bend the knee But lend your heart and hands and voice To Jefferson and liberty! The starry banner that did fly O'er freedom's bloodied barricades Now flaps and fades in foreign skies O'er palaces that empire made So, arise, Columbia's sons, arise! Arise that ye might yet be free! Cast off the forces that made lies Of Jefferson and liberty! The world that once did turn and watch The struggle for democracy cries, "Have Columbia's sons forgotten Jefferson and liberty?" So, arise, Columbia's sons, arise! Arise that ye might yet be free! Cast off the forces that made lies Of Jefferson and liberty! But we, the heirs of Jefferson Like ancient Sons of Liberty Will bear indeed the rebel's gun And never bow to tyranny! So, arise, Columbia's sons, arise! Arise that ye might yet be free! Cast off the forces that made lies Of Jefferson and liberty!

This is by far one of Leslie Fish's best

there's a blog that is making a sci-fi tragedy comic about a deep space mining colony inspired by the 1980s-90s Poland and they listed this song as one of their inspirations. this feels so real I forgot for a minute there isn't really a crew of poor working souls somewhere on the surface of the moon, dreaming of a lunch break while just a few millimeters of cloth glass and plastic stands between them and the cold dark breathless ether

02:48 kitten starts here

topical

Sound of sadness....

:< where's my sat

He tasks me. He tasks me and I shall have him! I'll chase him 'round the moons of Nibia and 'round the Antares Maelstrom and 'round perdition's flames before I give him up!

Yes it's almost a distantly fermilier concept to be thought of as past tense

If Ween covered this . . . . . . . . it would be awesome! and Leslie would get some nice royalties.

1:38 is my favorite part, I listen to this song just to hear it.

I have the short story collection it inspired. 😊😊😊😊

Kantrowitz is such a beautiful name

FLY COLUMBIAAAA

BEEP BEEP BOOP BOOP 🔥🔥🔥

I just bought the short story collection that this is based on. Can't recommend it highly enough. If you aren't hooked by punday night, I don't know what to tell you.

Leslie Fish is the purest talent I know

OI. ANIMATIC CREATORS... where you at?

This sounds like someone describing PTSD without really knowing how to describe people and emotions.

I've been reading merchanters luck, saw this title "no way is this a song about Pell?" Yes it was, I'm very happy

It blows my freaking mind that anyone thought that Trump could relate to the bottom 99% of Americans, let alone actually do something that would help them. At this point, they’re getting exactly what they voted for.

This is The Illusive Man's ringtone.

so basically a space karen?

just saw the trailer for 28 years later and it made me go Oh damn!

The trailer for 28 Years Later brought me here...

o7

Lovely song

WTF is this? 😂

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I think of this song every time I step out into my front yard to watch a SaceX Falcon 9 launch. Which I do EVERY TIME that I am home and the skies are clear. I feel like I can't just sit inside and ignore it, when there's going to be A VISIBLE SPACE LAUNCH!!! It would be like knowing the Beatles are going to drive down my street, and not bothering to go out and look.

Houston there seems to be some precipitation on my visor