From: DARK STAR: A SCIENCE FICTION ADVENTURE
A Screenplay by John Carpenter and Dan O'Bannon
...
DOOLITTLE
Yes, of course you remember it, but
what you are remembering is merely a
series of electrical impulses which
you now realize have no necessary
connection with outside reality.
BOMB
True, but since this is so, I have
no proof that you are really telling
me all this.
...
Benson, Arizona
Music by: John Carpenter
Lyrics by: Bill Taylor
A million suns shine down
But I see only one
When I think I’m over you
I find I’ve just begun
The years move faster than the days
There’s no warmth in the light
How I miss those desert skies
Your cool touch in the night
CHORUS:
Benson, Arizona, blew warm wind through your hair
My body flies the galaxy, my heart longs to be there
Benson, Arizona, the same stars in the sky
But they seemed so much kinder when we watched them, you and I
(x2)
Now the years pull us apart
I’m young and now you’re old
But you’re still in my heart
And the memory won’t grow cold
I dream of times and spaces
I left far behind
Where we spent our last few days
Benson’s on my mind
CHORUS:
Benson, Arizona, blew warm wind through your hair
My body flies the galaxy, my heart longs to be there
Benson, Arizona, the same stars in the sky
But they seemed so much kinder when we watched them, you and I
Song: "The Last Unicorn"
By: America
When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain
And the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain
In the shadow of the forest though she may be old and worn
They will stare unbelieving at the last unicorn
When the first breath of winter through the flowers is icing
And you look to the north and a pale moon is rising
And it seems like all is dying and would leave the world to mourn
In the distance hear the laughter of the last unicorn
I'm alive, I'm alive
When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning
And the future has passed without even a last desperate warning
Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn
Look and see her how she sparkles, it's the last unicorn
I'm alive, I'm alive
“[Carl] Sagan was a member of the Voyager Imaging Team. He had the original idea in 1981 to use the cameras on one of the two Voyager spacecraft to image Earth. He realized that because the spacecraft were so far away the images might not show much. This was precisely why Sagan and other members of the Voyager team felt the images were needed — they wanted humanity to see Earth’s vulnerability and that our home world is just a tiny, fragile speck in the cosmic ocean.” Nasa.gov: Voyager 1’s Pale Blue Dot
Song: Homeward Bound
Lyrics: Simon & Garfunkel
I'm sitting in the railway station
Got a ticket to my destination
On a tour of one-night stands
my suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned
for a poet and a one-man band
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought's escaping
Home where my music's playing
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Every day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines
And each town looks the same to me,
the movies and the factories
And every stranger's face I see
reminds me that I long to be
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought's escaping
Home where my music's playing
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Tonight I'll sing my songs again
I'll play the game and pretend
But all my words come back to me
in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought's escaping
Home where my music's playing
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Silently for me
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe...
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion...
I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate.
All those
moments will be lost in time,
like tears in rain..".
Suite bergamasque, Third movement by Claude Debussy
Clair de lune (French Poem)
by: Paul Verlaine
Votre âme est un paysage choisi
Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques
Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi
Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques.
Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur
L'amour vainqueur et la vie opportune
Ils n'ont pas l'air de croire à leur bonheur
Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune,
Au calme clair de lune triste et beau,
Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres
Et sangloter d'extase les jets d'eau,
Les grands jets d'eau sveltes parmi les marbres
Your soul, a landscape of choice made Where charming masquerading dancers parade, Playing the lute as they promenade ecstatic, Sad beneath disguises fantastic.
While singing a minor key tune Of vanquishing love and a life opportune, They are incredulous of their own boon, As their song blends with light of the moon.
From that light of the moon, happiness flees, While the birds sleep dreaming in the trees, It bathes sobbing fountains inconsolable, While svelte water streams among statues of marble.
I have no identity
But what you would have of me.
A friend I would be,
Or son, brother or father,
To your mother, sister, daughter.
But If you ask me,
Nothing here to see.
Guitar on the knee,
Twangy variations of Bluesy E
With a found blue A.T.C.
Somewhere south of Tennessee.
Where the Creek would roam,
When they were free,
Before losing their homes and way
For the sake of foreign liberty.
“Blue” by The Seatbelts from “Cowboy Bebop Blue” albumLesus messiah ut, me decantus
Lesus messiah ut, me decantus
Lesus messiah ut, me decantus
Lesus messiah ut, me decantus
Never seen a bluer sky
Yeah, I can feel it reaching out
And moving closer
There's something about blue
Asked myself what it's all for
You know, the funny thing about it
I couldn't answer
No, I couldn't answer
Things have turned a deeper shade of blue
And images that might be real
Maybe illusion
Keep flashing off and on
Free
Wanna be free
Gonna be free
And move among the stars
You know, they really aren't so far
Feels so free
Gotta know free
Please
Don't wake me from the dream
It's really everything it seemed
I'm so free
No black and white in the blue
Everything is clearer now
Life is just a dream, you know
That's never-ending
I'm ascending
“Episode 2 of Voices from the Crossroads” keeps it close to heart for the interviewer/author. Unlike Episode 1 which was a one-on-one conversation, this time around the subjects participated in a conversational round-robin. Thank you, Sophia, Ian, Charlie and Tyler.