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  • Текст песни Chris Judge Smith - Curly's Airships - CD1 - 11 - A Kindly Sort of Cove

    Исполнитель: Chris Judge Smith
    Название песни: Curly's Airships - CD1 - 11 - A Kindly Sort of Cove
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    CURLY:-
    I happened to know
    The Director of Airship Development:
    Big Boss of the Royal Airship Works
    And head of the Government team,
    Reg Colmore had been my C.O.
    For a month or so in the War,
    Kindly sort of cove
    And a demon at the paperwork,
    Very much your Admin, Headquarters type.
    Only trouble was he hated flying
    And you worry about chaps like that.
    Managed to get him alone one night
    When he was in the club,
    Asked him
    What were the chances of a flying job.
    He said he'd be happy to put in a word.
    Said how well it was all going,
    But I wonder now
    What he was really thinking...

    COLMORE:-
    Damn this ballyhoo forcing our hand;
    Too much Government prestige on this,
    Too many Whitehall publicity hounds
    Shouting it up too much and too early.
    Now we have to build them
    A smoking room,
    Damn fool idea on a hydrogen ship,
    But it's already been
    Announced in the Press
    So can we drop it? Can we hell!
    Damn this stupid competition
    Splitting our people into rival teams.
    Scarcely enough experienced men
    To build one ship this big, let alone two...

    I need Barnes Wallis on my side;
    I need more muscle
    On my Design Committee.
    My chaps are all sound engineers,
    But sometimes I wonder...

    This has to be the right way, though,
    Design by consensus, the team approach,
    Committee, sub-committee
    And working party,
    Doing things the modern way.
    Must be better than a one-man band:
    One man's brilliance,
    One man's cock-ups.
    If only Thomson was off my back;
    God save us from airship enthusiasts!
    Wildly over-optimistic,
    No idea of the problems involved,
    Thinks he makes us get results
    With his patent mixture of pep-talks
    And veiled threats...

    And then of course we have to work
    Within design requirements
    Laid down by some all-wise,
    Expert Whitehall working party.
    I only hope that
    They all know what they're doing...

    CHAIRMAN:-
    His Majesty's Government
    Don't want a repetition
    Of the ZR II debacle.
    The new specifications
    Must be drawn up with that fact in mind.
    Safety First, Gentlemen, must be the rule.
    Now the boffins say
    The new ships should be
    Two-and-a-half times stronger
    Than the last one was.
    But what, Gentlemen,
    Is this Committee's view?

    SENIOR COMMITTEEMAN:-
    Why not make it three times stronger?
    Let's be on the safe side.

    CHAIRMAN:-
    Why leave it there?
    Let's have it four times stronger,
    Then we're really in the clear.

    JUNIOR COMMITTEEMAN:-
    But I say, Mr Chairman,
    Won't that make them rather heavy?

    CHAIRMAN:-
    That's not our problem.
    That's not our concern.
    I'll take that as carried, then...

    CURLY:-
    That little nonsense meant
    Both ships were crippled
    Before they were born.
    They'd each have to lift
    Around thirty-five tons
    Of additional, pointless metalwork.
    A genius engineer might get away with it,
    Time would tell.
    Of course we knew nothing of this
    At the time,
    But one thing was announced
    Even I thought was very bizarre...

    CHAIRMAN:-
    Now about these airships' engine-things,
    My chauffeur informs me
    That petrol is inflammable;
    So surely it's unsuitable
    For use in India's sweltering heat.

    ANCIENT COMMITTEEMAN:-
    How very true. I was out in '84,
    And I can tell you it's so hot there
    That motor-cars would certainly explode.
    That's why they still use camels, you know...

    CHAIRMAN:-
    Thank you, Sir George.
    Well now I'm quite convinced:
    Petroleum may not be used
    As airship fuel in the tropics!

    JUNIOR COMMITTEEMAN:-
    But what are the alternatives?

    CHAIRMAN:-
    That's scarcely our affair.
    They're bound to dream up something;
    After all, that's what we pay them for...
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