jfh@phs.UUCP (Fran Heidlage) (04/20/85)
Last weekend, I saw Monty Python's "The Meaning of Life" on cable, and I fell in love with the Galaxy Song. You know, the one about the earth traveling around the sun, which is moving through the galaxy, which is moving through the universe, etc. It was sung both in the middle of the move, and during the closing credits. I would dearly love to have the lyrics to this song. If anyone could mail me a copy, I would greatly appreciate it. Fran Heidlage duke!phs!jfh ----------------------------------------- | | | Do right in this space! | | | -----------------------------------------
steve@micomvax.UUCP (Steve Grice) (04/29/85)
I tried mailing this but it didn't get through... Here are the lyrics to the Galaxy song; Just remember that your'e standing on a planet that's evolving And revolving at 900 miles an hour, That's orbiting at 19 miles a second, so it's reckoned, A sun that is the source of all our power. The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see, Are moving at a million miles a day In an outer spiral arm, at 40,000 miles an hour, Of the galaxy we call the Milky Way. Our galaxy itself contains 100 billion stars It's 100,000 light years side to side. It bulges in the middle, 16,000 light years thick But out by us it's just 3,000 light years wide We're 30,000 light years from galactic central point, We go round every 200 million years And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions In this amazing and expanding Universe. The Universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding In all of the directions it can whiz As fast as it can go, at the speed of light you know, 12 million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is. So remember when you're feeling very small and insecure How amazingly unlikely is your birth And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space Because there's bugger all down here on earth. "And finally, monsieur, a wafer-thin mint". -- Steve Grice philabs!micomvax!steve
steve@micomvax.UUCP (Steve Grice) (04/29/85)
It seems in my previous article I forgot to mention that the lyrics were taken from Monty Python the meaning of life. -- Steve Grice philabs!micomvax!steve
ughenry@sunybcs.UUCP (Henry Neeman) (05/13/85)
> > Last weekend, I saw Monty Python's "The Meaning of Life" on > cable, and I fell in love with the Galaxy Song. You know, the one about > the earth traveling around the sun, which is moving through the galaxy, > which is moving through the universe, etc. It was sung both in the middle > of the move, and during the closing credits. > I would dearly love to have the lyrics to this song. If anyone > could mail me a copy, I would greatly appreciate it. > > Fran Heidlage > duke!phs!jfh The song goes like this: Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown, And things seem hard or tough, And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft, And you feel that you've had quite enou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ough... Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving, Revolving at nine hundred miles an hour; That's orbiting at nineteen (90?) miles a second, so it's reckoned, A sun that is the source of all our power. The sun, and you and me, and all the stars that we can see, Are moving at a million miles a day, In an outward spiral arm at forty thousand miles an hour Of a galaxy we call the Milky Way. The galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars, It's a hundred thousand lightyears side to side; It bulges in the middle sixteen (60?) thousand lightyears thick, But out by us it's just three thousand lightyears wide. We're thirty thousand lightyears from Galactic Central Point, We go 'round ev'ry two hundred million years, And our galaxy is only one of millions and billions In this amazing and expanding universe. (Here there is a short waltz with Eric Idle as the singer and Terry Jones as the frumpy housewife.) The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding, In all of the directions it can whiz; As fast as it can go, the speed of light, you know, Twelve million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed there is. So remember when you're feeling very small and insecure, How amazingly unlikely is your birth, And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space, 'Cause there's buggerall down here on Earth! BTW, this whole song, in case you don't remember, is part of an effort on John Cleese's part to get Terry to give up his/her liver for an organ donation. The dialogue after the song goes something like this: Terry: It all makes you seem so . . . insignificant. John: Yeah . . . . So . . . can we have your liver out? Terry: Yeah, all right. ughenry@buffalo (Henry J. Neeman @ State University of New York at Buffalo) P. S.: If you want more Python, just ask.