Never got into hard drugs, but after being basically a total teetotaler, I started drinking in the army. Was only in for 3 years, but the heavy binge drinking took me 7 years to kick after I left. As of Sept. 14, I'll be 6 months sober. The line made me burst into tears.
@@tulsatrash yeah this is a rip of a very tired tape. Higher quality ones are out there. Same song same singer just with less wow and flutter. But I prefer the worn out vintage sound.
absolutely agree, it just adds something that the other versions don't have, thought i will say there are a couple i feel the high quality versions are better.
You know a song's amazing when it can portray someone fighting her own withdrawal symptoms- which audiences are generally taught to view as pathetic- with the same gravitas as a dying knight raising their sword for their last stand, and it works.
@@Sara3346 True. As a culture we're taught to look down on people like Molly, and I suspect that's why our narrator is trying so hard to set the record straight.
I can really see the guy's point... if anything, Molly is the one who should be remembered. Even going through terrible withdrawal she not only held herself together long enough to get the last jump plotted, she didn't hesitate to sacrifice herself by knocking him out and stuffing him in the suit... she may have made a mess of her life, but she managed a measure of redemption at the end.
This song always held a bit of a special place for me. Y'see, there's this old game called Space Station 13, with the players as the crew of a shitty, disaster-prone space station. The air pumps cutting out, losing power and gravity, a frantic scramble for the evacuation shuttle with whoever and whatever you have on-hand...that was an average round. The Bartender, too panicked to do anything but pray. The Captain, an old washed-up fool with a spark of glory still left in him, the Janitor, an unlikely hero and the last survivor...that was us. We played those characters. This was us. Hail Cargonia
i dont know why but the janitor is always the most robust fucker on station ive seen them take on hordes of greyshirts armed only with cleaner grenades and fire extinguishers
Will you do me a favour, Piano Man please? I want you to write me a song .. They call me the hero of Antelope's Run And I've gotta show them they're wrong. You see, it all started a week ago In the bar down on Corridor 3 There was nobody there but us regular bums, Two losers, the barman, and me. Floppin' up booze in the north corner booth Was the old man they called Captain Jed, 'Cause he owned a tramp freighter, the old Antelope, A ship that like him was half dead. Now Molly, they say, was a crack pilot once, A gal with a brilliant career. But then she started doping on Regulus One, And finally washed out down here. And me, well, I wanted the Navy bad, But it seems that they didn't want me. So I stopped chasing stars, started sweeping up bars, For bed, board and all my drinks free. It was quiet that night with the docks closed down, There was nothing due in for a week. Not a ship was in port but the old Antelope, When the red alert started to shriek. The whole station shook like a hurt living thing, Then the lights dimmed and faded away; Then the gravity went, then the air pump cut out, And the bartender started to pray. "Aw, stow that bilge! Head for the Antelope now!" Jed's voice cut the dark like a knife. "The station reactor's gone critical load, So run for the docks for your life!" When we got to the docks we found waiting out there Every soul that had been left alive. They begged with their eyes for poor old Captain Jed To tell 'em all how to survive. "Break out the suits," said the captain to them, "'Cause it's dark and it's airless and cold. But I swear I can get you all of here safe, Packed into the Antelope's hold." "Molly," he asked, "Can ya navigate?" "Aye," she said, "Who do we have for a crew?" "The Antelope needs only three hands," he said, "And I think our young friend here will do." The confident look that he flashed at me then Made my heart turn over with pride, I never once thought about backing away, I think I would rather have died. Two hundred alive in the Antelope's hold, And the captain, and Molly, and me; We slammed the lock just as the station blew wide, Jed hit the main jets to get free. Now that kind of G-force is rough on the heart, Too much for his ticker to take; So when we came around and we saw how he lay, We knew Captain Jed wouldn't wake. So I took the comm and the engineer board, And Molly took the helm and the nav, With the manuals spread out all over the deck, And a mind for what they didn't have. She worked at that comp like a crazy machine While her hands shook like grass in the breeze; But her skill was still sharp and she jumped us three times, Never minding the shakes and DTs. Three jumps made clean, only one more was left, When the ship's alarm started to blast. Her old worn-out seals had come loose in the stress, We were losing our heat and air fast. On the bridge there was only one vacuum suit left, Well, they say Lady Luck is stone blind. "Heads or tails?" was the question I started to ask When I felt myself hit from behind. When I came to again, I was sealed in the suit, She was belted down tight in her chair, With her hands on the console, a smile on her lips, And the ice on her face and her hair. "Here's the instructions to get us all home", I saw she had left on the screen. "If any old shipmates should ask after Moll, Just tell them, she finally died clean." I made the last jump just like she told me to, And I brought the ship in like she said. They call me a hero, now, for what I did, But they don't mention Molly and Jed. So write me that song, now, Piano Man please, And sing it out often and loud, So they all know the story of one kind of hero, The kind that makes everyone proud. 'Cause some kind of heroes are lunkheads like me, Who only do things that they're told. And some kind of heroes are out for the glory, They're heroes on purpose, and cold. Some become heroes for bravery, sure, And some just because all is lost. But a few are the heroes like Molly and Jed, Who give without counting the cost.
Within just 6.47 minutes, I find myself caring so much about all of these characters, it's a real achievement, I must say. I love this whole album, but this and Sam Jones have to be my very favourites, such beautiful songs.
This is one of the greatest folk / filk songs ive ever heard... Absolutely 'breathtaking' story....... Sorta Reminds me of a sci-fi version of The Edmond Fitzgerald.
That being the case, perhaps you would enjoy Julia Ecklar's science *fact* version of Gordon Lightfoot's song "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald." It's a filk classic: th-cam.com/video/GbL3oNEDvJ0/w-d-xo.html
On the King's birthday we put to sea, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! We were 91 days to Montego Bay, pumpin' like madmen all the way, god damn them all!
I play this album on a game called Barotrauma. Its a game about submariners on Europa, a moon around jupiter. It gives me the chills sitting there in the sub 3000 meters down with hull breaches and losing oxygen fast, hoping to god that we can just get back to the station before the reactor decides to crap the bed. all the while the captain went crazy and put on a clown mask and locked himself in the armory with a whole crate of c-4 and nitroglycerin. amazing game and this is the perfect soundtrack to play in it to.
I always cry at the wrong places. Like in LotR,when Boromir dies. This song made me cry. Damn, this whole album is like it fell out of the future- it's that powerful.
Just posted this on Ultimate Guitar Tabs, waiting for confirmation. Godspeed spacemen. F#m C# Will you do me a favor, pianoman, please? A E I want you to write me a song A E C#7 They call me the Hero of Antelope’s Run F#m C#m F#m And I’ve got to show em' they’re wrong A E You see, it all started a week ago F#m C#m In the bar down on corridor three F#m E A C# There was nobody there but the regular bums: F#m C#m F#m Two losers, the barman, and me F#m C#m Slopping up booze in the north corner booth A Bm C# Was the old man they called Captain Jed F#m C#m ‘Cause he owned a tramp freighter, the old Antelope F#m C#m F#m A ship that, like him, was half dead D A C#m Now Molly, they say, was a crack pilot once Bm E A A gal with a brilliant career F#m E A C# But then she started doping on Regulus One F#m C#m F#m And finally washed out down here F#m C# And me, well, I wanted the Navy, bad A E But it seems that they didn’t want me A E C#7 So I stopped chasing stars, started sweeping up bars F#m C#m F#m For bed, board, and all my drinks free A E It was quiet that night, with the docks closed down F#m C#m There was nothing due in for a week F#m E A C# Not a ship was in port but the old Antelope F#m C#m F#m When the red alert started to shriek: F#m C#m The whole station shook like a hurt living thing A Bm C# Then the lights dimmed and faded away F#m C#m Then the gravity went, and the air pumps cut out A C#m F#m And the bartender started to pray D A C#m “Ah, stow that bilge, head for the Antelope now!” Bm E A Jed’s voice cut the dark like a knife F#m E A C# “The station reactors gone critical load F#m C#m F#m So run to the docks for your life!”
Wow!! That's powerful music. A true hero is someone who either does what has to be done because anything else is unthinkable to them or someone who is just so cold/tired/hungry, they just don't give a darn anymore.
Kelly Rayburn this story reminded me story of K 19, and i dont mean the holywooded one, it wasnt bad, but K 19 and her crew were threw mutch more, and they alwas made it to the port on theirs own propulsion...
James Of The Wired Bet if you contact Leslie Fisher (The author) she might give you them. She’s apparently a really nice person and you can meet her in most of the major sci-fi conventions
This is so great, I am in tears. Truly weeping. I see a few folks comparing this to Lightfoot's Edmund Fitz - I would say a better comparison, at least in the range of Canadian folks singers, would be Stan Rogers' Flowers of Bermuda. Check it out!
Is it really that bleak, though? It's a folk song. It's tragic and sad, but it's such a minor thing. In this future, we've come far enough for astronauts to be the same as mariners. A washed-up old man with his own ship. It's as bleak as modern day.
@@Tokeli In fact, I'd be pretty happy if private ownership of a ship with cargo hold big enough for 200 by a mostly average man would be a thing (is it even a thing today?).
Meanwhile, in Space Station 13, the other survivor hits you over the head to STEAL the last space suit for themselves and/or BECAUSE they caused the initial disaster that made you evacuate. They are still probably a drug addled misfit though. A lot of characters are effectively some form of that in Space Station 13.
Fun little story...played a round as traitor, my objective to kill a grey-tider and die a glorious death. Well, several bombing runs and 90% of the crew dead later me and one other person were heading to the escape shuttle. Admin spawned a few Nuke ops to nuke the station, the shuttle had been sealed off and it was down to the nuke ops, the CMO and me. We got the shuttle loose, but they were injured bad but were trying to make a last stand, thinking they were gonna buy me time. I figured "Now is the time I earned that glorious death." I knocked them down, stole their hypospray and used a poison kit to put them to sleep. I put my syndie hardsuit on them, threw them into the shuttle and launched it. I stood at escape with the detective's revolver against 3 nuke ops with no hope of surviving, but bought the CMO enough time to get free. I earned that glorious death.
Elijah Grimm Even though the glorious death shouldn’t be a goal, just a byproduct of your actions. Otherwise you look like a wannabe samurai mate. But still mate well done.
The threats to the station rarely come from the outside and friends are something you cannot really have due to a combination of no metagaming/traitors everywhere. Protagonists of the song had no possible gripe to have between each other but human nature. Just washed up poor bastards longing for a better shot at life.
I think my appreciation fornthis music comes from the fact these artists understand hard scifi. They understand the tech and science and how to weave a story with it. Its fantastic.
Cernumospete You know this is about space stuff yeah? The authors of the album are Leslie Fisher (Well known Filk (Sci-Fi folk) singer songwriter) and Vic Taylor (Who I couldn’t find too much about) So like, there is a HFY then. Assuming this isn’t an alternate reality.
Bruv, there's been HFY since prehistoric times, both in fiction and in reality. All'at's happened different now's'at some 4chan chumps gave tha genre a name.
I'm not ashamed to admit it brought me to tears again. Maybe it's because I'm seventy already, getting a hunch what life is... "When I came to again, I was sealed in the suit, She was belted down tight in her chair, With her hands on the console, a smile on her lips, And the ice on her face and her hair." Can you imagine how Jesus brought our ship thru the straits while in the hold they argue that there's neither a pilot nor a star to home nor any meaning to their existence in the hold? When you start to think outside the box you like this kind of songs. "But a few are the heroes like Molly and Jed, Who give without counting the cost."
"For some kinds of hero are lunkheads like me/ Who only do things that they're told/ And some kinds of hero are out for the glory/ They're heroes on purpose, and bold"
This one, along with Sam Jones, are my favourite sad or bittersweet filk ballards. Guardians is also very good, but it doesn't feel as far ahead in the future as the others, it's in a different class. This song comes in a very close second to Sam Jones, if only because those lyrics were more technically impressive. The thing with the end of every verse matching up with the chorus, another different lead in to the aphorism about good friends being too few.
Congratulations ! Straight through the heart! There are tears running down my cheeks, a lump in my throat,i am about to start bawling like a baby. Not for your made up heroes, for real ones. Comrades and brothers and sisters, i loved dearly. Dead and gone , in a war fought before any of your ancestors ever drew breath. For you the first war is a myth. for me its a nightmare i stil don't know how i endured semi sane. Oh i have a few quirks, like intense dislike of certain colours, of certain frequencies, i may be forced to leave the room in a haste, before i embarrass myself by slaughtering everyone in sight, but other than that, i work witrhin reasonable tolerances of my specifications. Like a good weapon should.
I have known a Molly. She could take an old computer and make it sing and on batteries she could run a control system on half the milliiamps I could. I tried my best to help her pull up, we all did. But she crashed. Feed all meth dealers to the space kraken.
This is actually a round of ss13 and getting to the escape shuttle, but you made it alive while others gave thier life to save you. Happened to me during many rounds in ss13.
I put money one the protagonist is seriously under selling what he did, and it shows character for him trying to tell the world the story of Jed and Molly
If not, then the same reasoning: exotic name implying fast and graceful, but (by now) the difference. But then the space station having their reactor blow? And no (working!) backup for emergency light, limited air circulation, possibly some gravity? Must be a "third generation" station! See: www.projectrho.com/public_html/rocket/colonysite.php#threegen ) I might take offence with the 'cold' and 'ice' part. Getting rid of heat is the major problem. Humans, just by living, produce 100W heat, computers do produce heat, light does, and energy generation --- which likely has to be nuclear (decay/fission/fusion) --- does the same. Cooling down is a problem for some space probes --- but they are not talking a few hours or days for a jump, but much longer periods. Ice: I just shall say vapour pressure.The ship, losing air in the cockpit, will still stay pretty warm, the computers running and all, so I would expect the ice to not really form at fist and sublimate pretty quickly if it did. Now, if you were to trap the moisture in an airtight suit, the helmet visor could frost over, even badly, but not having these was kind of the problem ...
@@advorak8529 Cooling is much faster when you're bleeding heat into an area that's less than 3 Kelvin, and suddenly have no atmosphere to transfer heat from sources across the cabin to the colder areas. They would lose all the air in seconds, so any water would sublimate, then flash freeze into ice.
@@John_Smith. Sure, bleeding heat into 300K is slower than bleeding it into 3K --- if everything else is the same. Usually it's not. Let's consider the heat sources on board: 200 people, producing about 20kW in form of heat. Computers, terminals, etc: unless we are talking about motors and actuators, the electricity turns mostly into heat. As the ship has power, the power source is still working, and it will be a heat source (fusion, fission, antimatter, ...) creating a temperature gradient against the radiator cooling, which is turned into power, be it via thermocouples, stirling engines or triple expansion steam engines. Since radiators work with T^4, hotter radiators reject a lot more energy at the same size. Radiators are one of the heaviest parts, too. So sacrificing some efficiency (the closer to 0K you come, the better the efficiency) and running hot is more than made up by smaller radiators. So we will expect to see 2100K+ --- depending on the state of high temperature metallurgy --- heat sources. This incidentally also gives us a whole big nuclear power station to heat the cabin, if we are not into electrical heaters :-) The air cannot be lost in seconds: a) slug hero b) put space suit on limp body, possibly without "gravity" to help e.g. pull his feet down into the shoe portions. Try dressing an unconscious person in a suit and tie sometimes, it's not easy to get it on ans be in the right positions, if they cannot assist at all. c) set the size correctly. If you move your arms or legs and the volume of the suit changes, you work against *all* the air pressure inside. Ballooning almost cost the life of the first EVA walker, too, as he no longer fit into the airlock. So it's a real problem. But even if you have a super-futuristic quick-resize one-size-fits-all unisex space suit, it'll take a minute extra, I guess. d) You likely want to set up the plumbing as well --- people tend to need a sip of water now and then and have limited bladder sizes. You likely will want to place a few biomonitors, too, so the suit can do it's job properly. e) you would want to check air tightness, that heat and oxygen and CO2 control systems are up and running properly. No sense in letting him die because some filter was bad. Also, how long have these suits been here in the cabin? Since the ship was built? 50 years? Have the batteries degraded, and what about the gaskets? f) you get to tie yourself in and write down the instructions. On a "press this button, flip that switch, make sure that this value is between 3 and 4 by manipulating these settings using this and that" --- imagine teaching someone, in a single print-out message, how to drive your car through a backwoods path to your house --- when you have to explain to them that they should switch on the headlights and what button that was and how a steering wheel works. No corrections, no questions can be answered ... That takes at least a few minutes, right? So it's not a "few seconds to vacuum w/flash freezing". And that all while having delirium tremens (DT) / the shakes![1] So imagine doing all that while you are at least at times too confused for basic logic and basic mathematics (3+4? that is .... Fooourtyyy-threeeee?) and sentences, in a world where you cannot tell what is real and what is hallucination, paranoid, anxiety ridden, disoriented, ... That might take a bit longer still. So 10 minutes, or 15, or 20. Or maybe 1 hour. And of course the space sealant supply has gone bad in the Antelope or never has been replaced. And the hole cannot be patched sufficiently. (Gentlemen, be seated!) There will be some climate control in the cabin, and while it may degrade badly in function with no air, it'll still be there, and it used to be able to reject too much heat or warm up the cabin if there was not enough. And if it is a simple heater, it will still heat, and there will be radiation and conduction. It will have a heater if the problem could be the cabin starting to be cold. And except for some tiny holes the cabin is surrounded all the way by walls and bulkheads --- so any radiation emanating from within the cabin ends up ... within the cabin. Certainly not as effective as convection, but it works to even out large temperature variations. So it's not like the amount of heat from all sources that dumped into the cabin has changed much (except for 100W less of navigator body heat). So for the cabin to become all cold and icicles forming, what conditions must there be? And how can these conditions be within the framework we inferred above? ===================================== [1] Wikipedia says: The main symptoms of delirium tremens are nightmares, agitation, global confusion, disorientation, visual and auditory hallucinations, tactile hallucinations, fever, high blood pressure, heavy sweating, and other signs of autonomic hyperactivity (fast heart rate and high blood pressure). Other common symptoms include intense perceptual disturbance such as visions of insects, snakes, or rats. These may be hallucinations or illusions related to the environment, [...] and are also associated with tactile hallucinations such as sensations of something crawling on the subject [...] Severe anxiety and feelings of imminent death are common DT symptoms. DT can sometimes be associated with severe, uncontrollable tremors of the extremities and secondary symptoms such as anxiety, panic attacks and paranoia. Confusion is often noticeable to onlookers as those with DT will have trouble forming simple sentences or making basic logical calculations. DT is characterized by the presence of altered sensorium; that is, a complete hallucination without any recognition of the real world. DT has extreme autonomic hyperactivity (high pulse, blood pressure, and rate of breathing), and 35-60% of patients have a fever. Some patients experience seizures.
@@advorak8529 The people in the hold are already in vacuum though. "Break out the suits," said the captain to them, "'Cause it's dark and it's airless and cold." And it's unlikely that engine is directly connected to the cabin as having it too close would cook the place, so a lot of that heat will be lost well before it reaches there anyway. Two people and some computers aren't going to produce enough heat to keep ice from forming, as below about 200K water will always freeze (via desublimation) irrelevant of pressure. While I'll grant you it would take a little while for her to put him in the suit, I don't think she didn't make checks. I doubt she even thought of it. It's not typically where your mind goes in a crisis situation, especially not if you're out of practice and have withdrawal symptoms. It's more likely she just stuffed him in the suit and then strapped herself, especially as if he was unconscious for too long, he would be dead anyway, as it's really bad for you. Yes, there will inevitably be some climate control, but it's unlikely to be designed to work in any sort of environment other than normal, ie. it's not designed to work without there being a pressurized, oxygenated cabin. And conduction works both ways, it'll transfer heat around the cabin, and also way from it. That'll be minimized unless the designers were morons, but even then it'll still bleed heat.
Will you do me a favor, pianoman, please? I want you to write me a song They call me the Hero of Antelope’s Run And I’ve got to show them they’re wrong You see, it all started a week ago In the bar down on corridor three There was nobody there but the regular bums: Two losers, the barman, and me Slopping up booze in the north corner booth Was the old man they called Captain Jed ‘Cause he owned a tramp freighter, the old Antelope A ship that, like him, was half dead Now Molly, they say, was a crack pilot once A gal with a brilliant career But then she started doping on Regulus One And finally washed out down here And me, well, I wanted the Navy, bad But it seems that they didn’t want me So I stopped chasing stars, started sweeping up bars For bed, board, and all my drinks free It was quiet that night, with the docks closed down There was nothing due in for a week Not a ship was in port but the old Antelope When the red alert started to shriek: You might also like Sam Jones Leslie Fish One Last Battle Leslie Fish Good Ship Manatee Leslie Fish The whole station shook like a hurt living thing Then the lights dimmed and faded away Then the gravity went, and the air pumps cut out And the bartender started to pray “Ah, stow that bilge, head for the Antelope now!” Jed’s voice cut the dark like a knife “The station reactor’s gone critical load So run to the docks for your life!” When we got to the docks, we found waiting out there Every soul that had been left alive They begged with their eyes for poor old Captain Jack To tell them all how to survive “Break out the suits,” said the captain to them “For it’s dark and it’s airless and cold But I swear I can get you all out of here safe Packed in to the Antelope’s hold.” “Molly,” he asked, “Can you navigate?” “Aye,” she said. “Who do we have for a crew?” “The Antelope needs only three hands,” he said “And I think our young friend here will do.” The confident look that he flashed at me then Made my heart turn over with pride I never once thought about backing away I think I would rather have died Two hundred alive in the Antelope’s hold And the Captain, and Molly, and me We slammed the locks just as the station blew wide Jed hit the main jets to get free Now, that kind of G-force is rough on the heart Too much for his ticker to take So when we came around and we saw how he lay We knew Captain Jed wouldn’t wake So I took the comm, and the engineer board And Molly took helm and the nav With the manual spread out all over the deck And her mind for what they didn’t have She worked at that comp like a crazy machine While her hands shook like grass in the breeze But her skills were still sharp, and she jumped us three times Never minding the shakes and DTs Three jumps made clean, only one more was left When the ship’s alarm started to blast - Her old worn-out seals had come loose in the stress We were losing our heat and air fast On the bridge, there was only one vacuum suit left Well, they say Lady Luck is stone blind “Heads or tails,” was the question I started to ask When I felt myself hit from behind When I came to again, I was sealed in the suit She was belted down tight in her chair With her hands on the console, a smile on her lips And the ice on her face and her hair “Here’s the instructions to get us all home,” I saw she had left on the screen “If any old shipmates should ask after Mol Just tell them she finally died clean.” I made the last jump just like she told me to And I brought the ship in like she’s said They call me a hero now, for what I did But they don’t mention Molly or Jed So write me that song now, pianoman, please And sing it out often and loud So they all know the story of one kind of hero The kind that makes everyone proud For some kinds of hero are lunkheads like me Who only do things that they’re told And some kinds of hero are out for the glory They’re heroes on purpose, and bold Some become heroes for bravery, sure And some just because all is lost But a few are true heroes, like Molly and Jed Who give without counting the cost
Does anybody know where i could find this online for purchase? I know leslie fush released most of her works on a cd, but this track i can't find anywhere, guessing i gotta be lucky?
![Carmen Miranda's Ghost 05 - Some Kind of Hero [HQ]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/CNygmubVW3s/mqdefault.jpg)
That line "If any old shipmates should ask after Mol, tell 'em she finally died clean" really hits hard...
Yeah, if you get it, you get it.
Never got into hard drugs, but after being basically a total teetotaler, I started drinking in the army. Was only in for 3 years, but the heavy binge drinking took me 7 years to kick after I left. As of Sept. 14, I'll be 6 months sober. The line made me burst into tears.
The distortion on these tapes actually add a lot to the sound of it, enhances the old space sci-fi feel
I agree I like them when I listen to other versions its just not the same
Agreed.
There are other versions?
@@tulsatrash yeah this is a rip of a very tired tape. Higher quality ones are out there. Same song same singer just with less wow and flutter. But I prefer the worn out vintage sound.
absolutely agree, it just adds something that the other versions don't have, thought i will say there are a couple i feel the high quality versions are better.
You know a song's amazing when it can portray someone fighting her own withdrawal symptoms- which audiences are generally taught to view as pathetic- with the same gravitas as a dying knight raising their sword for their last stand, and it works.
I say anyone who tries to call that pathetic is about as clueless as they come.
@@Sara3346 True. As a culture we're taught to look down on people like Molly, and I suspect that's why our narrator is trying so hard to set the record straight.
Heroin, aka dope, is called the green dragon
A few are heroes like Molly and Jed
Who give without counting the cost
You have a nice username
>Finally died clean
Gives me a tear every fucking time
There appears to be some.... condensation collecting on my visor....
If ur crying at this song u need to listen to Sam jones its in the same album and it's amazing
Didn't knew it could rain here... on a spacestation.
i gоt decоmрressiоn in my suit * sоb * sоmewhere in my helmet, liquid is соming frоm an undetected sоurce
What a terrible day for rain.
@@ravithejon2466 Link?
I can really see the guy's point... if anything, Molly is the one who should be remembered. Even going through terrible withdrawal she not only held herself together long enough to get the last jump plotted, she didn't hesitate to sacrifice herself by knocking him out and stuffing him in the suit... she may have made a mess of her life, but she managed a measure of redemption at the end.
Agreed. That's a lot of bravery for anyone, but especially a struggling addict.
Don't forget Jed, he had the ship, suggested the idea, picked the crew, & died for his trouble.
Tell any old shipmate who asks after Molly:
She finally died Clean.
This song always held a bit of a special place for me. Y'see, there's this old game called Space Station 13, with the players as the crew of a shitty, disaster-prone space station. The air pumps cutting out, losing power and gravity, a frantic scramble for the evacuation shuttle with whoever and whatever you have on-hand...that was an average round. The Bartender, too panicked to do anything but pray. The Captain, an old washed-up fool with a spark of glory still left in him, the Janitor, an unlikely hero and the last survivor...that was us. We played those characters. This was us.
Hail Cargonia
i found these songs because of ss13, and this song in particular just a few days ago!
Good ship manatee is pure ss13's pure shitstorm of insanity, this feels like someone explainin it
im honestly just here because sometimes a server will play good manatee or Christian lol
Hail Cargonia. The land of unshipped crates and lazy workers.
i dont know why but the janitor is always the most robust fucker on station ive seen them take on hordes of greyshirts armed only with cleaner grenades and fire extinguishers
I wish someone would collect all these old filk songs and remaster them. My mothers old tapes are a getting long in the tooth.
It would be nice to be able to buy them on iTunes or Google Music
up load them lol all you need is a cassette player withe a 3.5 mm jack a 3.5mm jack connector and a pc :)
and maybe vlc :)
I could try to remaster some, but no promises mate
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Please do , King.
Somebody already has.
th-cam.com/channels/FT-dQDYqzYC_bOCsLZcQ5g.htmlvideos
Will you do me a favour, Piano Man please?
I want you to write me a song ..
They call me the hero of Antelope's Run
And I've gotta show them they're wrong.
You see, it all started a week ago
In the bar down on Corridor 3
There was nobody there but us regular bums,
Two losers, the barman, and me.
Floppin' up booze in the north corner booth
Was the old man they called Captain Jed,
'Cause he owned a tramp freighter, the old Antelope,
A ship that like him was half dead.
Now Molly, they say, was a crack pilot once,
A gal with a brilliant career.
But then she started doping on Regulus One,
And finally washed out down here.
And me, well, I wanted the Navy bad,
But it seems that they didn't want me.
So I stopped chasing stars, started sweeping up bars,
For bed, board and all my drinks free.
It was quiet that night with the docks closed down,
There was nothing due in for a week.
Not a ship was in port but the old Antelope,
When the red alert started to shriek.
The whole station shook like a hurt living thing,
Then the lights dimmed and faded away;
Then the gravity went, then the air pump cut out,
And the bartender started to pray.
"Aw, stow that bilge! Head for the Antelope now!"
Jed's voice cut the dark like a knife.
"The station reactor's gone critical load,
So run for the docks for your life!"
When we got to the docks we found waiting out there
Every soul that had been left alive.
They begged with their eyes for poor old Captain Jed
To tell 'em all how to survive.
"Break out the suits," said the captain to them,
"'Cause it's dark and it's airless and cold.
But I swear I can get you all of here safe,
Packed into the Antelope's hold."
"Molly," he asked, "Can ya navigate?"
"Aye," she said, "Who do we have for a crew?"
"The Antelope needs only three hands," he said,
"And I think our young friend here will do."
The confident look that he flashed at me then
Made my heart turn over with pride,
I never once thought about backing away,
I think I would rather have died.
Two hundred alive in the Antelope's hold,
And the captain, and Molly, and me;
We slammed the lock just as the station blew wide,
Jed hit the main jets to get free.
Now that kind of G-force is rough on the heart,
Too much for his ticker to take;
So when we came around and we saw how he lay,
We knew Captain Jed wouldn't wake.
So I took the comm and the engineer board,
And Molly took the helm and the nav,
With the manuals spread out all over the deck,
And a mind for what they didn't have.
She worked at that comp like a crazy machine
While her hands shook like grass in the breeze;
But her skill was still sharp and she jumped us three times,
Never minding the shakes and DTs.
Three jumps made clean, only one more was left,
When the ship's alarm started to blast.
Her old worn-out seals had come loose in the stress,
We were losing our heat and air fast.
On the bridge there was only one vacuum suit left,
Well, they say Lady Luck is stone blind.
"Heads or tails?" was the question I started to ask
When I felt myself hit from behind.
When I came to again, I was sealed in the suit,
She was belted down tight in her chair,
With her hands on the console, a smile on her lips,
And the ice on her face and her hair.
"Here's the instructions to get us all home",
I saw she had left on the screen.
"If any old shipmates should ask after Moll,
Just tell them, she finally died clean."
I made the last jump just like she told me to,
And I brought the ship in like she said.
They call me a hero, now, for what I did,
But they don't mention Molly and Jed.
So write me that song, now, Piano Man please,
And sing it out often and loud,
So they all know the story of one kind of hero,
The kind that makes everyone proud.
'Cause some kind of heroes are lunkheads like me,
Who only do things that they're told.
And some kind of heroes are out for the glory,
They're heroes on purpose, and cold.
Some become heroes for bravery, sure,
And some just because all is lost.
But a few are the heroes like Molly and Jed,
Who give without counting the cost.
'Sloppin, not 'Floppin. That would make more sense, anyway. Otherwise, great!
You, sir, are a hero too.
"Heroes on purpose, and bold" is what I heard
"...heroes like Molly and Jed,"
And Jesus!
👏😭
"Who GIVE without counting the Cost!"
👍😂
@@Paulthored Ah, stow that bilge. Head for the Antelope, now!
Within just 6.47 minutes, I find myself caring so much about all of these characters, it's a real achievement, I must say. I love this whole album, but this and Sam Jones have to be my very favourites, such beautiful songs.
I think both of these songs could make great short films or maybe episodes of something like Love, Death, and Robots. Such great stories!
This is one of the greatest folk / filk songs ive ever heard...
Absolutely 'breathtaking' story.......
Sorta Reminds me of a sci-fi version of The Edmond Fitzgerald.
That being the case, perhaps you would enjoy Julia Ecklar's science *fact* version of Gordon Lightfoot's song "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald." It's a filk classic: th-cam.com/video/GbL3oNEDvJ0/w-d-xo.html
@@scottcourtney8581 Do you remember what the song was called? The link in your comment has been taken down.
@@skylark6167 I assume it's the The Ballad of Apollo XIII
th-cam.com/video/o1lCfq1xUFM/w-d-xo.html
This is really what the Edmund Fitzgerald would be like in Space.
@@skylark6167 Ballad of Apollo XIII. It's on Minus Ten and Counting.
*Oh the antelope sloop was a sickening sight*
Wait, wrong time
*How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!*
*She'd a'list to the port and her sails in rags, with the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags, god damn them all!*
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs. And the main truck carried off both me legs!
On the King's birthday we put to sea, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!
We were 91 days to Montego Bay, pumpin' like madmen all the way, god damn them all!
So I lay here in my twenty-third year
(how I wish I was in sherbrooke now)
It's been six years since we sailed away and I just made halifax yesterday
I play this album on a game called Barotrauma. Its a game about submariners on Europa, a moon around jupiter. It gives me the chills sitting there in the sub 3000 meters down with hull breaches and losing oxygen fast, hoping to god that we can just get back to the station before the reactor decides to crap the bed. all the while the captain went crazy and put on a clown mask and locked himself in the armory with a whole crate of c-4 and nitroglycerin. amazing game and this is the perfect soundtrack to play in it to.
What a buncha robust spessmen
So much for the emergency shuttle, though.
Captain was no comdom.
You meet SS13 men on all sides of the internet
@@lordquartich6389 im not a spacer but i know enough about that damned space station
@@spacecorpse3212 in the bar
@@DaRk5612Fromlv yes that too
Damn, this is a vastly more compelling story than the rotting corps of Disney has produced in years. Well done.
Bravery, isn't not being afraid. Its being terrified... but doing what has to be done anyway.
I always cry at the wrong places. Like in LotR,when Boromir dies. This song made me cry. Damn, this whole album is like it fell out of the future- it's that powerful.
+Mark Stockman I agree, some really great songs on this album.
I've known this song for about 25 years now and I still tear up.
...how is that the wront place to cry?
You're supposed to feel bad for Boromir. He wasn't a bad guy, his heart was in the right place, but the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Someone make an animation to go with this song. It deserves it. The story needs to be more than just in out imagination.
Syfy should make this a TV movie. It'd be better than the usual crap they put out...
This one and Dawson's Christian always hit a chord. @Leslie Fish thanks for the plethora of music you have given all of us
Just posted this on Ultimate Guitar Tabs, waiting for confirmation. Godspeed spacemen.
F#m C#
Will you do me a favor, pianoman, please?
A E
I want you to write me a song
A E C#7
They call me the Hero of Antelope’s Run
F#m C#m F#m
And I’ve got to show em' they’re wrong
A E
You see, it all started a week ago
F#m C#m
In the bar down on corridor three
F#m E A C#
There was nobody there but the regular bums:
F#m C#m F#m
Two losers, the barman, and me
F#m C#m
Slopping up booze in the north corner booth
A Bm C#
Was the old man they called Captain Jed
F#m C#m
‘Cause he owned a tramp freighter, the old Antelope
F#m C#m F#m
A ship that, like him, was half dead
D A C#m
Now Molly, they say, was a crack pilot once
Bm E A
A gal with a brilliant career
F#m E A C#
But then she started doping on Regulus One
F#m C#m F#m
And finally washed out down here
F#m C#
And me, well, I wanted the Navy, bad
A E
But it seems that they didn’t want me
A E C#7
So I stopped chasing stars, started sweeping up bars
F#m C#m F#m
For bed, board, and all my drinks free
A E
It was quiet that night, with the docks closed down
F#m C#m
There was nothing due in for a week
F#m E A C#
Not a ship was in port but the old Antelope
F#m C#m F#m
When the red alert started to shriek:
F#m C#m
The whole station shook like a hurt living thing
A Bm C#
Then the lights dimmed and faded away
F#m C#m
Then the gravity went, and the air pumps cut out
A C#m F#m
And the bartender started to pray
D A C#m
“Ah, stow that bilge, head for the Antelope now!”
Bm E A
Jed’s voice cut the dark like a knife
F#m E A C#
“The station reactors gone critical load
F#m C#m F#m
So run to the docks for your life!”
My man!
THANK YOU
You sir, are a hero
@@EitherOr3 tis like cap'n jed and molly
"If any old shipmates should ask after Moll, just tell 'em, she finally died clean."
If you know, you know.
Whenever I hear those first notes my brain goes "ALERT: TEARS INCOMING"
Carmen Miranda's Ghost will live on forever within SS13. This much, we assure.
which server :P need to bring it to paradise
sirwinsalot please don't take that autism to this great song
Please don't mention the game on TH-cam... It might draw TH-camrs to it
Space station 13
CLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWN!!!!!!!
8 years later, I still cry when I sing along. Jed and Molly remind me of my parents.
These aren't tears, someone's cutting onions somewhere...
It's the space-onion-cutting-ninjas!!
Run for your eyes!!!
these aren't tears i'm just watering my eyes
I'm just sweating from my eyes
Cutting onions inside yer suit mate?
Dusty in this vacc-suit...
this hit me right in the feels.
Its using weapons grade feels.
Run to the docks for your life
HOW, JEB, CAN I RUN IF THE GRAVITY ISNT WORKING
Nailed it....
Plot hole ..
Still so epic
Magboots, common thing in most scifi universes
Any competent spacer has some zero G training. In this context, "Run" just means move your damn ass.
You've just gotta want it
It was probably only a brief failure, followed by a gradual, but more permeant one.
Wow!! That's powerful music. A true hero is someone who either does what has to be done because anything else is unthinkable to them or someone who is just so cold/tired/hungry, they just don't give a darn anymore.
Yep, and there is a kind "hell, we are dead anyway, so we can do one last right thing" as well
MichalSoukup1995 Very true.
Kelly Rayburn this story reminded me story of K 19, and i dont mean the holywooded one, it wasnt bad, but K 19 and her crew were threw mutch more, and they alwas made it to the port on theirs own propulsion...
MichalSoukup1995 Yeah, K 19 had a rough ride. I wouldn't wish such on our worst enemy, which they were, at the time.
Kelly Rayburn Yet they always made it to the port, couse they didnt give up and head for lifeboats, some dedication to thi ship and duty there...
Damn I love this goldmine of sci-fi music. Truly touching as well
01101001 00100000 01100001 01100111 01110010 01100101 01100101 (its i agree in binary)
Truly a beautiful musical niche
The wear and distortion of the old tape, makes it just perfect.
CHORDS WHEN!? I need to impress my stupid friends with this amazing song!
James Of The Wired Bet if you contact Leslie Fisher (The author) she might give you them. She’s apparently a really nice person and you can meet her in most of the major sci-fi conventions
This is so great, I am in tears. Truly weeping.
I see a few folks comparing this to Lightfoot's Edmund Fitz - I would say a better comparison, at least in the range of Canadian folks singers, would be Stan Rogers' Flowers of Bermuda. Check it out!
Reminds me of Stan Roger's "Nightengale".
Hey, not only did the Fitz have a badass end (Only the strongest of storms could sink 'er!) But the song made by Gordon was amazing when it came out.
I can never finish this song, listening seriously, without tearing up.😂👍
The music reminds me a lot of the series "The Expanse". They both have a realistic and bleak view on the future of space travel
Is it really that bleak, though? It's a folk song. It's tragic and sad, but it's such a minor thing. In this future, we've come far enough for astronauts to be the same as mariners. A washed-up old man with his own ship. It's as bleak as modern day.
@@Tokeli In fact, I'd be pretty happy if private ownership of a ship with cargo hold big enough for 200 by a mostly average man would be a thing (is it even a thing today?).
@@Tokeli yeah, that's really the core of filk. Good old folk songs if only they'd had space ships back then.
Meanwhile, in Space Station 13, the other survivor hits you over the head to STEAL the last space suit for themselves and/or BECAUSE they caused the initial disaster that made you evacuate. They are still probably a drug addled misfit though. A lot of characters are effectively some form of that in Space Station 13.
Fun little story...played a round as traitor, my objective to kill a grey-tider and die a glorious death. Well, several bombing runs and 90% of the crew dead later me and one other person were heading to the escape shuttle. Admin spawned a few Nuke ops to nuke the station, the shuttle had been sealed off and it was down to the nuke ops, the CMO and me. We got the shuttle loose, but they were injured bad but were trying to make a last stand, thinking they were gonna buy me time. I figured "Now is the time I earned that glorious death."
I knocked them down, stole their hypospray and used a poison kit to put them to sleep. I put my syndie hardsuit on them, threw them into the shuttle and launched it. I stood at escape with the detective's revolver against 3 nuke ops with no hope of surviving, but bought the CMO enough time to get free. I earned that glorious death.
So the legends of SS13 have invaded Filk too. Neat.
Elijah Grimm Even though the glorious death shouldn’t be a goal, just a byproduct of your actions. Otherwise you look like a wannabe samurai mate. But still mate well done.
The threats to the station rarely come from the outside and friends are something you cannot really have due to a combination of no metagaming/traitors everywhere. Protagonists of the song had no possible gripe to have between each other but human nature. Just washed up poor bastards longing for a better shot at life.
I think my appreciation fornthis music comes from the fact these artists understand hard scifi. They understand the tech and science and how to weave a story with it. Its fantastic.
To Jeb and Molly.
HFY before there was HFY!
Cernumospete You know this is about space stuff yeah? The authors of the album are Leslie Fisher (Well known Filk (Sci-Fi folk) singer songwriter) and Vic Taylor (Who I couldn’t find too much about)
So like, there is a HFY then. Assuming this isn’t an alternate reality.
Bruv, there's been HFY since prehistoric times, both in fiction and in reality. All'at's happened different now's'at some 4chan chumps gave tha genre a name.
@Leslie Fish Ah bet bet, this was written when I was younger and stupider. Love your stuff!
I'm not ashamed to admit it brought me to tears again. Maybe it's because I'm seventy already, getting a hunch what life is...
"When I came to again, I was sealed in the suit,
She was belted down tight in her chair,
With her hands on the console, a smile on her lips,
And the ice on her face and her hair."
Can you imagine how Jesus brought our ship thru the straits while in the hold they argue that there's neither a pilot nor a star to home nor any meaning to their existence in the hold?
When you start to think outside the box you like this kind of songs.
"But a few are the heroes like Molly and Jed,
Who give without counting the cost."
**Me relistening to this song**
Narrator: And I've gotta show em they're wrong!
Me: **already tearing up**
Damn, my eyes are watering.
Watching these songs live is on my time machine to-do list
I'm not crying.... you are!
Whos cutting onions!
How dare you call me on it when your blubbering just as hard.
Stellaris Emergency FTL in a nutshell
Thanks Rimmy.
God I forgot this song for years and it still makes me actually sob out loud even now.
Tears are Mandatory Listening Requirements for this song.
✌😭👍😂
Sorta Reminds me of a sci-fi version of The Edmond Fitzgerald. Love it so much!
Brings Frozen space tears....
Filking Amazing!
I want to go out like Molly and Jed
This song is incredible. You blew me away, mate.
"For some kinds of hero are lunkheads like me/ Who only do things that they're told/ And some kinds of hero are out for the glory/ They're heroes on purpose, and bold"
This one, along with Sam Jones, are my favourite sad or bittersweet filk ballards. Guardians is also very good, but it doesn't feel as far ahead in the future as the others, it's in a different class. This song comes in a very close second to Sam Jones, if only because those lyrics were more technically impressive. The thing with the end of every verse matching up with the chorus, another different lead in to the aphorism about good friends being too few.
This is absolutely beatiful. I'm legitametely crying. Thank you so much for uploading this.
Congratulations ! Straight through the heart! There are tears running down my cheeks, a lump in my throat,i am about to start bawling like a baby. Not for your made up heroes, for real ones.
Comrades and brothers and sisters, i loved dearly. Dead and gone , in a war fought before any of your ancestors ever drew breath.
For you the first war is a myth. for me its a nightmare i stil don't know how i endured semi sane. Oh i have a few quirks, like intense dislike of certain colours, of certain frequencies,
i may be forced to leave the room in a haste, before i embarrass myself by slaughtering everyone in sight, but other than that, i work witrhin reasonable tolerances of my specifications.
Like a good weapon should.
I swear to god this whole album is just Spessman Simulator: The musical
Damn.
dang, this is a christian comment section, sir!
why isn't this avalible freely, this is an amazing song
Writing a good song about heroes must be difficult, but this one is a triumph.
I feel this on a personal level with SS13 and FTL.
This song rules, if pop music had stories like this, I would listen to more pop
Song that makes me cry every time I listen to.
Right in the feels.
This song just hits the soul and hurts right in the heart this is amazing
Man, if there ever was a tearjerker song for me - this is a close contender.
this is what all my daydreams have sounded like for like a decade
I cry every time I hear this song, and this has to be the only song that's ever made me cry
gives me chills, beautiful
This is amazing. Actually got me misty eyed.
Me too man
I have known a Molly. She could take an old computer and make it sing and on batteries she could run a control system on half the milliiamps I could. I tried my best to help her pull up, we all did. But she crashed.
Feed all meth dealers to the space kraken.
This is actually a round of ss13 and getting to the escape shuttle, but you made it alive while others gave thier life to save you. Happened to me during many rounds in ss13.
I put money one the protagonist is seriously under selling what he did, and it shows character for him trying to tell the world the story of Jed and Molly
Tears, manly tears are threatening to escape my eyes.
I Love this song, and havn't heard it in so long... ::sighs happily::
I wonder is the Antelope is named after Barrett's Privateer?
Jermaine Race
I think of that every time and get a hood chuckle
If not, then the same reasoning: exotic name implying fast and graceful, but (by now) the difference.
But then the space station having their reactor blow? And no (working!) backup for emergency light, limited air circulation, possibly some gravity? Must be a "third generation" station! See: www.projectrho.com/public_html/rocket/colonysite.php#threegen )
I might take offence with the 'cold' and 'ice' part. Getting rid of heat is the major problem. Humans, just by living, produce 100W heat, computers do produce heat, light does, and energy generation --- which likely has to be nuclear (decay/fission/fusion) --- does the same.
Cooling down is a problem for some space probes --- but they are not talking a few hours or days for a jump, but much longer periods.
Ice: I just shall say vapour pressure.The ship, losing air in the cockpit, will still stay pretty warm, the computers running and all, so I would expect the ice to not really form at fist and sublimate pretty quickly if it did. Now, if you were to trap the moisture in an airtight suit, the helmet visor could frost over, even badly, but not having these was kind of the problem ...
@@advorak8529 Cooling is much faster when you're bleeding heat into an area that's less than 3 Kelvin, and suddenly have no atmosphere to transfer heat from sources across the cabin to the colder areas.
They would lose all the air in seconds, so any water would sublimate, then flash freeze into ice.
@@John_Smith. Sure, bleeding heat into 300K is slower than bleeding it into 3K --- if everything else is the same. Usually it's not.
Let's consider the heat sources on board: 200 people, producing about 20kW in form of heat. Computers, terminals, etc: unless we are talking about motors and actuators, the electricity turns mostly into heat.
As the ship has power, the power source is still working, and it will be a heat source (fusion, fission, antimatter, ...) creating a temperature gradient against the radiator cooling, which is turned into power, be it via thermocouples, stirling engines or triple expansion steam engines. Since radiators work with T^4, hotter radiators reject a lot more energy at the same size. Radiators are one of the heaviest parts, too. So sacrificing some efficiency (the closer to 0K you come, the better the efficiency) and running hot is more than made up by smaller radiators. So we will expect to see 2100K+ --- depending on the state of high temperature metallurgy --- heat sources.
This incidentally also gives us a whole big nuclear power station to heat the cabin, if we are not into electrical heaters :-)
The air cannot be lost in seconds:
a) slug hero
b) put space suit on limp body, possibly without "gravity" to help e.g. pull his feet down into the shoe portions. Try dressing an unconscious person in a suit and tie sometimes, it's not easy to get it on ans be in the right positions, if they cannot assist at all.
c) set the size correctly. If you move your arms or legs and the volume of the suit changes, you work against *all* the air pressure inside. Ballooning almost cost the life of the first EVA walker, too, as he no longer fit into the airlock. So it's a real problem. But even if you have a super-futuristic quick-resize one-size-fits-all unisex space suit, it'll take a minute extra, I guess.
d) You likely want to set up the plumbing as well --- people tend to need a sip of water now and then and have limited bladder sizes. You likely will want to place a few biomonitors, too, so the suit can do it's job properly.
e) you would want to check air tightness, that heat and oxygen and CO2 control systems are up and running properly. No sense in letting him die because some filter was bad. Also, how long have these suits been here in the cabin? Since the ship was built? 50 years? Have the batteries degraded, and what about the gaskets?
f) you get to tie yourself in and write down the instructions. On a "press this button, flip that switch, make sure that this value is between 3 and 4 by manipulating these settings using this and that" --- imagine teaching someone, in a single print-out message, how to drive your car through a backwoods path to your house --- when you have to explain to them that they should switch on the headlights and what button that was and how a steering wheel works. No corrections, no questions can be answered ...
That takes at least a few minutes, right? So it's not a "few seconds to vacuum w/flash freezing".
And that all while having delirium tremens (DT) / the shakes![1] So imagine doing all that while you are at least at times too confused for basic logic and basic mathematics (3+4? that is .... Fooourtyyy-threeeee?) and sentences, in a world where you cannot tell what is real and what is hallucination, paranoid, anxiety ridden, disoriented, ...
That might take a bit longer still. So 10 minutes, or 15, or 20. Or maybe 1 hour.
And of course the space sealant supply has gone bad in the Antelope or never has been replaced. And the hole cannot be patched sufficiently. (Gentlemen, be seated!)
There will be some climate control in the cabin, and while it may degrade badly in function with no air, it'll still be there, and it used to be able to reject too much heat or warm up the cabin if there was not enough. And if it is a simple heater, it will still heat, and there will be radiation and conduction. It will have a heater if the problem could be the cabin starting to be cold.
And except for some tiny holes the cabin is surrounded all the way by walls and bulkheads --- so any radiation emanating from within the cabin ends up ... within the cabin. Certainly not as effective as convection, but it works to even out large temperature variations. So it's not like the amount of heat from all sources that dumped into the cabin has changed much (except for 100W less of navigator body heat).
So for the cabin to become all cold and icicles forming, what conditions must there be?
And how can these conditions be within the framework we inferred above?
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[1] Wikipedia says:
The main symptoms of delirium tremens are nightmares, agitation, global confusion, disorientation, visual and auditory hallucinations, tactile hallucinations, fever, high blood pressure, heavy sweating, and other signs of autonomic hyperactivity (fast heart rate and high blood pressure).
Other common symptoms include intense perceptual disturbance such as visions of insects, snakes, or rats. These may be hallucinations or illusions related to the environment, [...] and are also associated with tactile hallucinations such as sensations of something crawling on the subject [...] Severe anxiety and feelings of imminent death are common DT symptoms.
DT can sometimes be associated with severe, uncontrollable tremors of the extremities and secondary symptoms such as anxiety, panic attacks and paranoia. Confusion is often noticeable to onlookers as those with DT will have trouble forming simple sentences or making basic logical calculations.
DT is characterized by the presence of altered sensorium; that is, a complete hallucination without any recognition of the real world. DT has extreme autonomic hyperactivity (high pulse, blood pressure, and rate of breathing), and 35-60% of patients have a fever. Some patients experience seizures.
@@advorak8529 The people in the hold are already in vacuum though. "Break out the suits," said the captain to them,
"'Cause it's dark and it's airless and cold." And it's unlikely that engine is directly connected to the cabin as having it too close would cook the place, so a lot of that heat will be lost well before it reaches there anyway. Two people and some computers aren't going to produce enough heat to keep ice from forming, as below about 200K water will always freeze (via desublimation) irrelevant of pressure.
While I'll grant you it would take a little while for her to put him in the suit, I don't think she didn't make checks. I doubt she even thought of it. It's not typically where your mind goes in a crisis situation, especially not if you're out of practice and have withdrawal symptoms. It's more likely she just stuffed him in the suit and then strapped herself, especially as if he was unconscious for too long, he would be dead anyway, as it's really bad for you.
Yes, there will inevitably be some climate control, but it's unlikely to be designed to work in any sort of environment other than normal, ie. it's not designed to work without there being a pressurized, oxygenated cabin. And conduction works both ways, it'll transfer heat around the cabin, and also way from it. That'll be minimized unless the designers were morons, but even then it'll still bleed heat.
Thank you for posting all these songs
th-cam.com/channels/FT-dQDYqzYC_bOCsLZcQ5g.html this guy is posting remastered versions of a lot of filk.
@@jacksons9546 thats awesome
Will you do me a favor, pianoman, please?
I want you to write me a song
They call me the Hero of Antelope’s Run
And I’ve got to show them they’re wrong
You see, it all started a week ago
In the bar down on corridor three
There was nobody there but the regular bums:
Two losers, the barman, and me
Slopping up booze in the north corner booth
Was the old man they called Captain Jed
‘Cause he owned a tramp freighter, the old Antelope
A ship that, like him, was half dead
Now Molly, they say, was a crack pilot once
A gal with a brilliant career
But then she started doping on Regulus One
And finally washed out down here
And me, well, I wanted the Navy, bad
But it seems that they didn’t want me
So I stopped chasing stars, started sweeping up bars
For bed, board, and all my drinks free
It was quiet that night, with the docks closed down
There was nothing due in for a week
Not a ship was in port but the old Antelope
When the red alert started to shriek:
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The whole station shook like a hurt living thing
Then the lights dimmed and faded away
Then the gravity went, and the air pumps cut out
And the bartender started to pray
“Ah, stow that bilge, head for the Antelope now!”
Jed’s voice cut the dark like a knife
“The station reactor’s gone critical load
So run to the docks for your life!”
When we got to the docks, we found waiting out there
Every soul that had been left alive
They begged with their eyes for poor old Captain Jack
To tell them all how to survive
“Break out the suits,” said the captain to them
“For it’s dark and it’s airless and cold
But I swear I can get you all out of here safe
Packed in to the Antelope’s hold.”
“Molly,” he asked, “Can you navigate?”
“Aye,” she said. “Who do we have for a crew?”
“The Antelope needs only three hands,” he said
“And I think our young friend here will do.”
The confident look that he flashed at me then
Made my heart turn over with pride
I never once thought about backing away
I think I would rather have died
Two hundred alive in the Antelope’s hold
And the Captain, and Molly, and me
We slammed the locks just as the station blew wide
Jed hit the main jets to get free
Now, that kind of G-force is rough on the heart
Too much for his ticker to take
So when we came around and we saw how he lay
We knew Captain Jed wouldn’t wake
So I took the comm, and the engineer board
And Molly took helm and the nav
With the manual spread out all over the deck
And her mind for what they didn’t have
She worked at that comp like a crazy machine
While her hands shook like grass in the breeze
But her skills were still sharp, and she jumped us three times
Never minding the shakes and DTs
Three jumps made clean, only one more was left
When the ship’s alarm started to blast -
Her old worn-out seals had come loose in the stress
We were losing our heat and air fast
On the bridge, there was only one vacuum suit left
Well, they say Lady Luck is stone blind
“Heads or tails,” was the question I started to ask
When I felt myself hit from behind
When I came to again, I was sealed in the suit
She was belted down tight in her chair
With her hands on the console, a smile on her lips
And the ice on her face and her hair
“Here’s the instructions to get us all home,”
I saw she had left on the screen
“If any old shipmates should ask after Mol
Just tell them she finally died clean.”
I made the last jump just like she told me to
And I brought the ship in like she’s said
They call me a hero now, for what I did
But they don’t mention Molly or Jed
So write me that song now, pianoman, please
And sing it out often and loud
So they all know the story of one kind of hero
The kind that makes everyone proud
For some kinds of hero are lunkheads like me
Who only do things that they’re told
And some kinds of hero are out for the glory
They’re heroes on purpose, and bold
Some become heroes for bravery, sure
And some just because all is lost
But a few are true heroes, like Molly and Jed
Who give without counting the cost
What is this emotion this fills me with? I cannot place it.
This is one of Misty's better filks thanks for sharing, Leslie sings it very well
I find it funny that this was uploaded the same day my mother remarried to my shitty stepdad.
Just found out about Fink through a random TH-cam comment, wasn’t expecting to tear up while laying in bed putting off doing my homework lol
simply amazing
Genuinely cried.
Oh I love this filk song! I haven't been able to find it anywhere. I'd love to buy it.
Never dope on Regulus V, kids.
Cool song actully sou
Nds like something could happe
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This one song makes me cry
I love this song it makes me cry
What a nice find, thanks
a song about "fuck what may, this will be done regardless of the price"
I. Love. This song.
That...was extreamly entertainig!
This is awesome.
Reminds me of the Hero of Canton
AI DOOR
The entire song wouldn't have happened if those idiot engineers hadn't used the supermatter.
Which door?
Does anyone know where I could buy this alblum? It's fucking awesome.
Rest in peace Vic.
Best filk song ever written
Does anybody know where i could find this online for purchase? I know leslie fush released most of her works on a cd, but this track i can't find anywhere, guessing i gotta be lucky?
Fish*
Jed, Molly, and the Kid o7
Some crew that just left Argo:
*enters bar*
Bartender: 2:00
Wonderful!