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Nα ρωτήσω κάτι?γιατί όλοι οι πιλότοι είναι ροκάδες?
 
Φίλε μου c200 οι πιλότοι ακούν κατά την δική μου άποψη rock music γιατί με το ρυθμό της ηλεκτρικής κιθάρας αγριεύουν και ίσως ανεβαίνει η αδρεναλίνη στα ύψη!! Αλλά πιστεύω ότι είναι καθαρά θέμα ανθρώπου.
 
"Mighty Wings"-Cheap Trick

It's just a ball of dust
Underneath my feet
It rolls around the sun
Doesn't mean that much to me

I take a chance on the edge of life
Just like all the rest
I look inside and dig it out
Cause there's no points for second best

There's a raging fire in my heart tonight
Growing higher and higher in my soul
There's a raging fire in the sky tonight
I want to ride on the silver dove
Far into the night

(Chorus)
Till I make you take me
On your mighty wings
Make you take me
On your mighty wings across the sky
Take me on your mighty wings
Take me on your mighty wings tonight

With just a little luck
A little cold blue steel
I cut the night like a razor blade
Till I feel the way I want to feel

There's a raging fire in my heart tonight
Growing higher and higher in my soul
There's a raging fire in the sky tonight
I want to ride on the silver dove
Far into the night

(Chorus)
Till I make you take me
On your mighty wings
Make you take me
On your mighty wings across the sky
Take me on your mighty wings
Take me on your mighty wings tonight

Take me on your mighty wings
Take me on your mighty wings
 
MAGIC CARPET RIDE

I like to dream yes, yes, right between my sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here

Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away

Last night I held Aladdin's lamp
And so I wished that I could stay
Before the thing could answer me
Well, someone came and took the lamp away
I looked around, a lousy candle's all I found

Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
Well, you don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away

Αφιερωμένο σε όσους από εμάς ονειρεύονται το μικροσκοπικό cockpit ενός τζετ της ΠΑ Airways (απευθείας πτήσεις στο ανατολικό Αιγαίο κάθε μέρα - προλάβετε τώρα σε τιμή ευκαιρίας ! :D ) Και για του λόγου το αληθές:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwDa5dMmfZ4

Παει πολύ, μη μου πείτε... :cool:
 
Εκπληκτικό soundtrack, παραλλαγή του "Strangers in the night" του F. Sinatra.

O τίτλος "Strangers οn my flight" με την φωνη του 'ιδιου του Sinatra !!!???!?!?!?!?!?!? :shock:

http://www.animatronics.org/strangers/strangers.htm


...και τα λόγια:

Strangers on my flight,
turbans they're packin'.
Wonderin' if they might,
plan a hijacking.
They could pull a stunt,
before this flight is through.

Something's on their minds.
I saw them mutter.
What that in their hands?
Looks like box cutters,
I'm gonna kick some ass,
if they make a move.

Strangers on my flight.
Two smelly people,
and they're not talking right;
and in a moment,
I will grab base ball bat;
and that will be that.
Swing like Joe DiMaggio,
and rip them both a new a-hole.

And if they pick a fight,
and try to screw us,
I'll punch out their lights,
just like Joe Louis.
It would feel so right,
for strangers on my flight.

Ratta Tat Tat Tat,
Budda Bing Bang Boom,
Zooma Zooma Zoom.

Send those bastards to the moon....
 
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 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 wheelblocks 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.
Running, scrambling, flying, Rolling, turning, diving,
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die.
Won't you 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 to 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 our spitfires to face them,
Heading straight for them I press down my guns.

Rolling, turning, diving,
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again.
Rolling, turning, diving, Rolling, turning, diving,
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die.
Won't you run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high!!!


Βέβαια από το ίδιο group υπάρχει και το Flight Of Icarus αλλά το Aces High μου αρέσει περισσότερο!
 
Από την ταινία Slumdog Millionaire

Paper Planes/M.I.A.

I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make 'em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait

και πιο κάτω

No one on the corner has swagga like us
Hit me on my banner prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hard just pumping that gas
 
Ήλιος Θεός - Βασίλης Σκουλάς

Ψηχεδελική και πολύ μελαγχολική μουσικούλα με ωραίο στίχους τους οποίους απ ότι έχω ακούσει τους έχει γράψει η γυναίκα ενός ιπταμένου της ΠΑ που σκοτώθηκε. [διατηρήστε κάθε αμψιβολία πάντως!] :?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eL9Tp-6alck
 
Στην πρώτη της προσωπική δουλειά, η Helena Josefsson από την εξωτική Σουηδία, συνθέτει, ερμηνεύει κι εκτελεί το "Air Hostess", ένα τραγούδι αφιερωμένο στο "Επάγγελμα Αεροσυνοδός".

HELENA JOSEFSSON
AIR HOSTESS


(DYNAMO)

We travelled the whole world,
we´ve been to countries never heard of
We saw Amsterdam
and New York,
well at least I saw the hotel room

We are stars of pop and business,
stars of politics and justice
Stars of surgery and tennis,
we are very, very important

But the air-hostess is the only one
who looks into my eyes
and makes me feel
like I matter

Air-hostess, who are you?

We fly across forever,
to immortality wherever
We make imprints, are we clever?
We are very, very important

We´re so driven by the passion
The money, glory or the action
Irreplaceable attraction,
I love music to perversion

But the air-hostess is the only one
who looks into my eyes
and makes me feel
like I matter

Air-hostess, who are you?

Air-hostess!
You who work for the safety
of the passengers
Willing to do the mouth-to-mouth method
irrespective of our breath

No one listens to you,
no one looks at you
when you inform us
of the security instructions

And you are always travelling
No one listens to you
You calm down those
who are afraid
No one looks at you
Air-hostess

Air-hostess, who are you?
 
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