Wuffo song; From wings came flight

[airtwardo 6]

You can hang around hear
Go shop at Sears
Living out a whuffo's dream
You can take up golf
Visit cousin Rolf
You can even have pie and ice cream.

But I don't fit with this normal shit
My baby says that its a sin
But you can bet your gear on a can of beer
I'll be jumping till the sun goes in.

Tell the whuffos _up the stake_ (?)
Dinner can wait
I hate to make my baby cry
I'll meet the new in-laws
When the polar cap thaws
Right now I just gotta skydive.

I hear the engines rumble
I gotta take a tumble
Grab me a piece of the wind
You can bet your gear on a can of beer
Jumping till the sun goes in.


BLESS ME FATHER FOR I HAVE SINNED.
WHAT IS IT MY SON?
I'VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH A WHUFFO.
A WHUFFO?
A WHUFFO IS A PERSON THAT DOES NOT SKYDIVE.
OH, THAT IS SERIOUS. I GUESS YOU'LL HAVE TO DO SOME PENANCE.
YES FATHER?
THAT'LL BE TWO DEAD CENTERS, 16 POINTS AND A 60-WAY DIAMOND.
OH HELL, NO PROBLEM.
THAT'S ON THE SAME SKYDIVE,
THAT'S A PROBLEM!!!

If the angels ask when I breathe my last
If there's anywhere that I'd rather be.
Well I know for sure its hanging out the door,
Leaping from a DC-3.
When Old St. Peter comes to read my meter
Checking on original sin.
Well I said son I've had my fun
Jumping till the sun goes in.
Well I said son I've had my fun
Jumping till the sun goes in.

~ If you choke a Smurf, what color does it turn? ~

[weegegirl 2]

cool! did you write that?

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[airtwardo 6]

No...
It's from the OLD OLD movie!

~ If you choke a Smurf, what color does it turn? ~

[JohnRich 4]

Great stuff! Thanks for transcribing that and sharing it.

Here's something from the "Skies Call" photo book, by Andy Keech:

They proved our hearts beat faster,

as exit time draws near

Do the feel the graph is showing

man's self-inflicted fear

Do they smugly say "he's human" as

they plot the upward surge

Do they know they're really reading

a jumper's primal urge?


Have the heard staccato windblast

as each man goes through the door

Have they felt his wild excitement

as his body starts to soar

Can they read exhilaration as

he rolls in slipstream's blast

Or know his pride in star work

when he makes it tenth and last?


Have they burst into the sunlight,

seen the colors that we know

As we search for clustered bodies,

of our team mates far below

Then pitching down in clean pursuit,

propelled by urgent need

And feel the air grow stiffer

in our ever mounting speed.


Have the lived the satisfaction

of riding someone's wake

The faster speed, his dumb surprise,

then pass to overtake 

The giant's hand against the chest, 

the cushioned flair for air

To hover with the star and know,

at last, you're there. 

			
		

[gary350 0]

>Tell the whuffos _up the stake_ (?)

I've always heard "Tell the whuffos upstate" (?)

[murrays 0]

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cool! did you write that?

I'm pretty sure that was written by a Toronto area skydiver named Scott Smith.

--
Murray

"No tyranny is so irksome as petty tyranny: the officious demands of policemen, government clerks, and electromechanical gadgets." - Edward Abbey

[jimmytavino 16]

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cool! did you write that?

I'm pretty sure that was written by a Toronto area skydiver named Scott Smith.

.... ' i hear the engines rumble,,,, i gotta take a tumble.... Grab me a piece of the wind.......
Not sure who Wrote it,,,, but is absolutely IS from Norman Kents Video... FROM WINGS CAME FLIGHT
which also includes the CReW footage to the tune of ,
...."we'll go crrrruuuuuiiissin" with the top doooooownnnn...
Stack 'em up Jack way above the ground....
and hell it's not THAT OLD.... of a video....my copy is from the Late '80s....

[jumpinjackflash 0]

I wanna hear the tune....


I've come up with a few chords myself for it!!!


Good beat, I can dance to it. It works!

It's a gas, gas, gas...

[airtwardo 6]

The Phantom Tenth Man
by Jim Rogers

Flying Fred had cratered in
A week ago and now and then
We saw the spot where he'd been killed
The hole in the ground had just been filled.

It made us stop and it made us think
But we shrugged our shoulders and drank our drinks;
We knew the score when he got his:
Jumping from planes is a dangerous biz.

Fred had given up students and he'd given up style
And he only saw the target every once in a while.
Most of the time he walked country roads
Having just come down from an eight-man load.

Time and again we'd heard Fred say,
"Now save a place, 'cause on the day
That this state sees a ten-man fly
I'm closing tenth before I die."

Well, thinking of what we'd heard Fred say
We decided to hold a memorial day.
The first ten-man still gleamed in our eyes
So on this day we'd give it a try.

With chewing gum and refrigerator tape
We put our Beech into real good shape.
The pilot grinned at the dripping oil
Then strapped on a rig and said, "Let's roll."

The Federal Man thought otherwise;
He threw the book and said, "Look you guys,
You bounced old Fred when you were up last time;
The tenth man stays, You're going with nine."

With tears in his eyes someone got off the load,
Threw his gear in the trunk and drove off down the road.
With thirty-six jumps he'd have probably done fine
But Fred would be happy if we got the first nine.

The Beech took off in a black smoke cloud
Just under the wires and over the crowd!
Spectators ducked and faces got white
And we didn't breathe 'til we were in flight!

We were two hours late when we hit twelve-five
And the pilot yelled with fear in his eyes,
"Get ready you guys, we're going on in
'Cause we're out of gas! Better check my pins!"

"Man in the door!" came a muffled shout,
I was tyin' my shoes when the base fell out;
The pin was gone, then three, then four,
And then there was nothing but me and the door!

I dove head low, someone's boot in my mouth;
The prop blast hit as I flew out;
Tumbling plane overhead, falling bodies below,
Stable at last, but a long way to go.

I tracked so hard that I couldn't stop,
My breath was gone and my eyeballs popped!
Drilled a hole in a cloud and started to flare,
And when I came out the star was there.

I got a good grip and the star was round;
One eye on the needle and one on the ground
We started to break when we heard a yell
And across from me was a face from hell!

Trailing red smoke from an M-18
A phantom tenth man appeared on the scene!
We wanted to break but found we could not.
Our grips froze tight when he hit the slot!

I'll swear to this day it was Flying Fred,
He had surplus gear and his eyes were red!
With a laugh you could hear and a wave of his hand
He broke off the star just over a grand!

Nobody waved and nobody tracked,
The trees got so big we just unpacked!
Reserves went by! Out flashed my own!
But that red smoke flew towards the ground.

Out by the peas was the Federal Man
Timing low pulls with a watch in his hands.
Came the lowest pull of all that day
Because Phantom Fred was heading his way.

With a grinning laugh and a blast of wind
In a cloud of smoke Fred brought it on in!
Lightning flashed and thunder rolled!
When the smoke cleared away, there was just a hole.

White reserves started landing there,
The Beech was down in a field somewhere
The FAA didn't like all this;
The man staggered off to file a near miss.

We all looked at the hole; then we all shook hands.
It was legal now, our first ten-man.
Where Fred had gone we couldn't say
But our witness was the FAA.

That night over a beer we thought of a way
To salute Flying Fred's Memorial Day.
Where that smoke bomb hit, now a marker stands,
It says, "Boys, I was with you on your first ten-man!"

~ If you choke a Smurf, what color does it turn? ~

[airtwardo 6]

"Beautiful Streamer"

Anonymous

To the tune of "Beautiful Dreamer"

Beautiful streamer open for me.
Blue skies above me and no canopy.
Counted nine thousand, waited too long,
Reached for my ripcord, the damn thing was gone.

Beautiful Streamer, why must it be?
White silk above me is what I should see.
Just like my mother, looks over me.
To hell with the ripcord, 'twas not meant for me.

Beautiful streamer follow me down.
Time is elapsing and here is the ground.
600 feet and then I can tell,
if I'll go to heaven or I'll go to hell.

Beautiful streamer, this is the end,
Gabriel is blowing "My Body Wont Mend".
All you jump happy sons-of-a-gun,
take this last warning, jumping's no fun

~ If you choke a Smurf, what color does it turn? ~