Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talking Airplane Disaster, artist - Phil Ochs. Album song On My Way, 1963 Demo Session, in the genre Date of issue: 16.04.2019
Record label: Resurfaced
Song language: English
Talking Airplane Disaster |
| Well, once I heard some people say, «if you gotta travel |
| There’s just one way, you gotta leave the ground, gotta go |
| Through the air, gotta find a pilot and pay your fare |
| You gotta sail through the sky |
| In other words, you gotta fly» |
| Yes, statistics show it’s the way to go |
| Well, it’s safer than your car, you know; |
| It’s safer than your home, safter than your street |
| About the safes place to put your feet; |
| Statistics don’t lie… |
| But statistics don’t die, either |
| Well, once I heard bob dylan say: |
| You gotta take a train -- it’s the only way; |
| Well, nothin' ever happens to trains at all -- |
| There was just one accident he could recall: |
| A plane crashed into it… |
| People flying in all directions, then |
| One day when the sky was blue |
| I boarded a plane and off we flew |
| Looked out the window, insurance in my hand |
| Just like columbus searching searching for land; |
| Swearin' I’d never fly again… |
| Just like the last time |
| Then one of the stewardesses ambled by |
| And suddenly I wasn’t afraid to die; |
| She brought me coffee, pillows and tea |
| Said, «you're as safe as you can be» |
| Said there’s nothing to worry about… |
| Then she flew out the door somebody forgot to close |
| Right |
| The plane kept going higher and higher |
| I could swear both the wings were on fire |
| So I opened the cockpit door |
| And the pilot was layin' on the floor |
| With the other stewardess… |
| She said, «fly now and pay later»… |
| Then the plane dropped down about a mile or two |
| She lurched about, I swore I was through; |
| My stomach was heavin' -- it was tied in a knot -- |
| Little paper bag was all I got -- |
| That’s the bag I’m in… pilot said we hit an air |
| Pocket. |
| Must’ve been a pocket with an awful big hole in it… |
| Well, at last the trip was near the end |
| The airport was comin' round the bend |
| But all my anxious eyes could see |
| Was a thousand planes in the vicinity; |
| They was landin' and leavin' and wavin' at each other |
| Wing to win and brother to brother |
| The pilot was swearin' and swervin' around |
| But he said, «don't worry, we have radar somewhere on the ground» |
| I wasn’t worried… i was crawlin' up the aisle |
| Screamin': «jesus saves» |
| The trip didn’t do me too much harm |
| But I did spend a year on the happy-farm; |
| They couldn’t understand why I kissed the ground |
| Chewed the concrete and swallowed it down; |
| Sure tasted good… like laguardia dirt should. |
| /pre |