Songtext von Arthur C. Clarke

Is this just a myth? Consciousness exists Because of this monolithic obelisk genesis Rewrite the ironic bit. His literary gift's eclipsed By Kubrick and a Script, but undiminished by it! Matters of security, he wasn't kept in the dark For his help in the direction and perfection of radar Now his life's one long weekend he's only speakin' in Sri Lank Nobody parts the sea or starts an odyssey like Arthur C. Clarke! Give it to 'em hard!! Hard SF!! ...Hey!! Rendezvous With Rama. The Nine Names of God. Childhood's End and then The Fountain of Paradise. Then when we land on Venus or maybe Mars Then when we touch the monolith- Then we see the truth: Oh my God. It's full of stars! Give it to 'em hard!! Hard SF!! ...Hey!!