Ground Control: Ready for last minute cock-pit-check?
Pilot: OK
GC: Largactil… five milligrammes
P: Check
GC: Valium… ten milligrammes
P: Check
GC: Haloperidol… five milligrammes
P: Which one?
GC: The little white ones. W — W for white. (W-W written as the German
VolksWagen symbol)
P: (a bit slower) OK. Check
GC: Pheno Barbitone. Five Milligrammes
P: (slower) Check
GC: Disipel… five milligrammes
P: (even slower) Cheeeck
GC: Glass of water
P: Cheeeeeeeck…
Ground Control and Pilot: Our father … which art in heaven hallowed be …
mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxi ma culpa
(Jet take off noise into…)
I remember being at the Chalk Farm Roundhouse in 1974 waiting, I think , for the Edgar Broughton Band ( It may have been Magma - my memory is dulled by staving off all that shit music by S.A.W. bands and of course Justin Bieber and his ilk ) to come onstage and this was suddenly played over the P.A. system as a sort of half time treat and it just blew me away... I found out who it was about six months later when I bought the album CAPT LOCKHEED AND THE STARFIGHTERS... fabulous
I remebered the words "Ground control to pilot..." and that was enough to find this strange old song from my bizarre clique in junior high. Oh my what a path those folks and I walked! Thank you, cuz I had no idea thru the years that I would hear this song again! lol Happy Thanksgiving.