Waking up, feeling strange. a look in the mirror comfirms the change. . All of my powers are out of control. another host is carrying my soul. . I am not myself today.
Our world is a terrible place. There must be something better in space. Or is just the time in which we live. that has nothing good to give. Let's grab a ship and blast away.
Life is hard. When it seems. That you're a fish. On the hook. Of the American dream. We're the All American Boys. Looking for. The All American world.
Sitting with my eyes closed. Sitting with my head up. And I'll do, I'll do. My 28 days. . Everytime I look back. I would have to turn Back. And even another.
Months of preparations are over. now I'm finally here. Standing in the airlock waiting. the signal says clear. Jumping through the open door. a sight I've never seen before.
Hey okay it's just another day. 24 useless hours. What difference does it make. If your heart ain't changed. Things will be okay. If you'll be mine. Hey okay on a different day.
It's an unknown fact to you. Why humans look the way they do. And not like the cavemen you once were. . Ages ago we came to Earth. Carried out our holy mission.
The championship of flying in space. is about to take place again. Competitors from any distant sun. will join in this dangerous game, called.... Space race, space race.
SUNG. I've been flying in space all of my life. seen many places and beautiful planets. I wouldn't change this at all. People are asking: Why don't you settle down?.
I look into your eyes. they're such a big surprise. made of hard-plastic cream. Deep as a space. glowing in your face. in interlace. The touch of your hand.
Standing on the table, cold, clear and blue. I'm still pretty stable but it's only number two. Just watch those sparkles in that glass. The way they dance that's top of the class.
When you're tired of the galaxy,. just plot the course for the place to be. called Pleasure Station 9. Leave your troubles far behind,. you'll find amusement of any kind.
Only came outside to watch the nightfall with the rain. I heard you making patterns rhyme. like some new romantic looking for the TV sound. You'll see I'm right some other time.
Tonight we're sitting here again. Drinking, thinking of the past. and all the things we've done. Hoping and remember. Everything is beautiful out there.
Late at night, stars shining bright. on me, down by the sea. . And when I see them in the sky. constantly I'm asking why. I was stranded here. I wish I could be.
I see them in my dreams, I see them in my head. in the night, intensive light. they are standing around my bed. . I beg them "please" but there is no sound.
The Klingon bastards flies around. always ready for some war. They don't care about any rules at all. as long as they can kill some more. Evil barbarians without discipline.
Another mission is now complete. everything seems okay. Suddenly an emergency signal. not so far away. . Without hesitation we turn around. full speed ahead to the source of the sound.
Right now I'm feeling sick. I think I'll be a lunatic. My senses are out of control. I am a vulcan without a soul. Mr Spock's brain. Something has stolen it again.
A normal routine, the transporter machine,. but this time it became a trap. Some cosmic distorsion that we hadn't seen,. and we were back in a zap. All the faces were still the same,.