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July 13, 2006 | Twas the Flight

What'ya Do With My Keys

Added Aug 27, 2009, words and music by Greg Bouten Copyright 2008

 

Greg (pictured left) has many things wrong with him, not the least of which is strapping on a butt-fan and leaping aloft. Even worse is his propensity to create weird songs. Here's an example. And keep listening for the PPG references.

Greg lives near Albuquerque and frequently played with the local group "Pilot Project" for several years. The song was featured at various gatherings in Albuquerque and elsewhere.

Download the song here.

The Flyer - PPG Instruction Song

Sung to the tune of Kenny Rogers "The Gambler."

Added July 13, 2007, words by Jeff Goin, Copyright 2007

 

OK, sometimes prioritizing is definitely not my strong suit. Yes, in fact, there are about a dozen things I should be doing. But I just couldn't resist.

Sept 21, 2007 An accomplished pilot turned out to be an accomplished singer, too. When I heard Bubba Peters belt out tunes at a Karaoke party I was impressed. Having this song in mind, I asked if he would mind recording it. He did and you can hear the results here. Someday, I'll leave my senses behind and make a music video out of this. For now, audio will have to suffice. Nice work Bubba!

Download "The Flyer" MP3 here, sung by Bob "Bubba" Peters, purveyor of the country's highest altitude PPG event at Lost Stirrup Lodge in Colorado.

Verse 1

On warm summer's evening,
in a field out in nowhere,
I met up with a flyer,
old teacher of the air.

He came in without power,
landed gently on a dime,
casually set his wing,
right there next to mine.

Verse 2

He said, son I've made my life
out of watching peoples launches,
seeing tattered nylon,
and wood strewn all about,

So if you don't mind sayin,
In this calm you're gonna struggle
For a gallon of your petrol,
I'll give you some advice.

Verse 3

So I handed him my gas can
and he emptied my last drop
then he bummed some oil
and asked me for a pull.

While his motor lightly idled,
and the wind sock hung down limply,
said if your'e gonna fly this thing, boy
you gotta learn to mind that wing.

Chorus

You got to know when to forward,
know when to sidestep,
Know when to hold your A's
Know when to brake.

You never lift your feet
when the wing just start's pullin'
there'll be time enough for liftin'
when the launchin's done.

Verse 4

Now every flyer knows,
that the secret to survivin,
Is knowing when to try a launch,
and when to sit it out.

Cause most our flights are magic
they can also turn out tragic,
And the best you can hope for
is a long life spent aloft.

Verse 5

So when he'd finished speakin'
he turned back to his wing,
clipped in and checked the wind
then finessed it into flight.

And somewhere in that launch,
The flyer he broke even,
He made it look so good,
I took his words right to my heart.

Chorus 3 Times

You got to know when to forward,
know when to sidestep,
Know when to hold your A's
Know when to brake.

You never lift your feet
when the wing just start's pullin'
there'll be time enough for liftin'
when the launchin's done.

 

 

Twas the Flight Before CrissCross

by Brian Del Campo, Racine, WI. Originally apeared on the "PPGList" 11 April, 2007.

 

The motivation for this sprung from the story of a hang glider that nearly got swatted by a Qantas airliner. Qantas flight QF761 was about to start its final descent into Adelaide near Mt Pleasant early on February 17, when its pilot saw the hang glider and took evasive action, according to a Qantas staff magazine. The incident was reported to the Civil Aviation Safety Authority and the Australian Transport Safety Bureau. (Post # 2767).

Someone else commented on the story: "The guy was taken in for questioning shortly after he landed his HG at the local mall. Authorities apprehended the pilot in the Wally-Mart Store buying a new pair of underpants and an extra large box of baby wipes. When asked how they knew this gentleman was the pilot the arresting officer said: "He was easily identified by the unusual way in which he was walking and by the really obnoxious smell evident when within ten
feet of him".

That sparked the creative following of Brian's.

It sure was a close one but I've got now to go
My shorts are all clean, hope you all liked the show

And thanks Wally-mart for the big open lot,
with the kids jaw-dropped faces all covered, with snot.

I now know much better of that I won't fight,
its always best, too turn on some light"...

And so we silently listened as he flew out of sight,
saw his strobe now a flashing bright white was that light.
But just as he faded completely from sight,
yes I heard him declare booming into the night:

"I've now learned MY lesson, I know now what's RIGHT!
Qantas STILL holds their record, in spite of the fright...
So when day breaks in morning you'll see us both in the air
nice meeting you all, and to all, you take care!"

We smiled contently, walking back to the 'Mart',
now there goes a man who is now...VERY smart...

When over the engine I STILL heard his Din
"You know that I sin not just once only today,
In all the confusion I for-got to pay,

but the sun's quickly setting on this most scary day,
so I bid your forgiveness, as I'm quite on my way.
Regarding the future I'll always use light,
See you shopping next Christmas and thanks...for the WIPES! "

photo courtesy Wikepedia.
 

Original Lyrics To "The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers:

verse 1

On a warm summers evenin
on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler;
we were both too tired to sleep.

So we took turns a starin
out the window at the darkness
til boredom overtook us,
and he began to speak.

verse 2

He said, son, Ive made a life
out of readin peoples faces,
And knowin what their cards were
by the way they held their eyes.

So if you dont mind my sayin,
I can see youre out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey
Ill give you some advice.

verse 3

So I handed him my bottle
and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
and asked me for a light.

And the night got deathly quiet,
and his face lost all expression.
Said, if youre gonna play the game, boy,
ya gotta learn to play it right.

Chorus

You got to know when to hold em,
know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away
and when to run.
You never count your money
when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin
when the dealins done.

verse 4

Now evry gambler knows
that the secret to survivin
Is knowin what to throw away
and knowing what to keep.

cause evry hands a winner
and evry hands a loser,
And the best that you can hope for
is to die in your sleep.

verse 5

So when hed finished speakin,
he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
and faded off to sleep.

And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words
I found an ace that I could keep.

Chorus x 2