set to The Windmills Of Your Mind.
Round.
Like a slow rotating station.
Like the dark within the wheel.
Days of never ending trade
spinning stars beneath the keel.
Like a lone and harmless trader
forced to combat all too soon.
pirate reavers scenting shrapnel,
blooded orbits round a moon.
Like the vipers slowly circle.
through offenders deep in space.
Slave cargo in the hold with
frozen terror on their face.
All this and more you'll find.
Keeping Elite on your mind.
Blue busting through the tunnel
maybe misjumping all alone
where the navy test their metal
and the Thargiod saucers roam.
As golden wings, they beckon.
To too many just a dream.
sharp fact of fast rip ruin glass
followed by a silent scream.
Like the vipers slowly circle.
through offenders deep in space.
Slave cargo in the hold with
frozen terror on their face.
All this and more you'll find.
Keeping Elite on your mind.
Is the red flag on the scanner
passing by or drawing near?
Ship tip turning through the void.
Their dark intention crystal clear.
The pulsing missile claxon
mimes the beating of your heart.
The distant laser drilling
gently pulls your ship apart.
Short life speed flash before you,
but this moment hanging long.
Shot shielding straight depleted
and the power almost gone.
Now you fear
it might all be over
You are suddenly aware.
The escape pod that you need.
Instead of here, is over there!
Like a slow rotating station.
Like the dark within the wheel.
Days of never ending trade
spinning stars beneath the keel.
A hastened end is kind,
All this and more you'll find.
Keeping Elite on your mind.
I suggest the Mat Munroe version:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWTeS8m0 ... re=related