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 Lanka
Nobody parts the sea or starts an odyssey like Arthur C. Clarke!

Give it to 'em hard!! Hard SF!! ...Hey!!
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!
It's full of stars!

Give it to 'em hard!! Hard SF!! ...Hey!!
Give it to 'em hard!! Hard SF!! ...Hey!!
Hey!!


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