“We place our trust in the flyer
To deliver us from the fire, we have made.”
Where it comes to the more apocolyptic of sci-fi tunes, few are evocative as the disturbing, yet musically engaging song from Ian Thomas’ 1979 album Glider (which also contains the standout Time is the Keeper.)
“One by one they disappeared, the minds of science, the nation’s leaders.
To meet again at destination, Sweating in their seats, anticipation.”
The song covers the escape from the world by a privilege few reminiscent of the end of when worlds colide (although the destruction of the world is clearly the result of man’s action, even if the actual cause is left vague.) And while the politicians and scientists can get away, the rest of us, well, not so lucky.
“Thru the porthole panic stricken, humanity had been forsaken.
The door secured, the cry was distant But the scratching fingers grew persistent.”
Run the video below to enjoy this evocative jazzy-rock tune, and hope that we are never in the position to act it out in real life.