Every pilot needs a co-pilot, and let me tell you, it is awful nice to have someone sitting there beside you, especially when you hit some bumpy air.
Eric Wald in View From The Top (2003)
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Costs crores
Costs crores
To train a pilot.
No body can fly
Without pilot.
You are my only pilot
I cost nothing
It is you to take my flight
Without any hazard.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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When a test pilot comes off a flight, there is typically another pilot who is going to take it up, and he believes in the debriefing. You don't keep something to yourself.
quote by Wally Schirra
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Yes, I am a pilot. I am a flight instructor and a commercial pilot.
quote by Treat Williams
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This pilot, by far, was the best I ever read - and I hope that insults every other pilot I worked on.
quote by Will Arnett
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For the last four or five years, I had been in the position where I didn't have to take a pilot. I took this one because the script and the people were terrific. It never frightened me. As we were doing the pilot, I could tell that it was working.
quote by Gerald McRaney
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There was so long from when we did the pilot and then when the show was eventually picked up by Comedy Central - and, in fact, we had to shoot the pilot twice.
quote by Thomas Lennon
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On a standard space shuttle crew, two of the astronauts have a test pilot background - the commander and the pilot.
quote by Sally Ride
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Don't Alarm The Passengers
Steward...
Is it my imagination,
Or is the plane flying without a pilot?
'Don't alarm the passengers,
But yes.
The conservatives aboard,
Have decided those liberal...
Are in too many positions of control.
And wish to replace the pilot,
Because it is assumed...
He is a Muslim, born in a different country.
And determined he is no longer qualified to fly.'
But don't they realize all of us might die?
'I have been promised a high paying position,
By them...
When the new pilot is found and we land.
However...
No one else aboard has the guts,
To sit in the pilot's seat.
So I'm doing my best to keep all of you calm.'
Are you NUTS?
'Sir,
I must beg of you to lower your voice.
We have many conservatives flying first class.
And they will be distubed by your outbursts! '
But we all will die without a pilot!
'Hopefully not.
Many are now praying to have someone appear,
Who poses no threat to their stolen traditions.
And that person not be of color.'
What difference does that make?
'Many on board...
Rather die than be saved by a Negro! '
Are they all INSANE?
'Sir,
I must beg of you to lower your voice.
Don't alarm the passengers,
But yes.
The conservatives aboard,
Have decided those liberal...
Are in too many positions of control.
And wish to replace the pilot,
Because it is assumed...
He is a Muslim, born in a different country.
And determined he is no longer qualified to fly.'
So...
What happens? ! WHAT HAPPENS? ? ?
'Sir,
Please lower your voice.
What happens?
Whatever happens...
I'm sure no one will ever learn a thing! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our passions are the winds that propel our vessel. Our reason is the pilot that steers her. Without winds the vessel would not move and without a pilot she would be lost.
Here, Sailor
WHAT ship, puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning?
Or, coming in, to avoid the bars, and follow the channel, a perfect
pilot needs?
Here, sailor! Here, ship! take aboard the most perfect pilot,
Whom, in a little boat, putting off, and rowing, I, hailing you,
offer.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Pilot Can At The Queer Of God
Oh god
Has she always lived here?
(I think she has)
Oh god
Has she always looked like that?
(I think she has)
Oh god
God, has she forgot me?
(I think she has)
Oh god
Has she joined the army?
(I think she has)
Oh god
Has she left here?
(I think she has)
In her grown up years
In her pilot years
(yes she has)
Like she came from outerspace
Oh god
Has she turned queer?
(yes she has)
In her grown up years
In a pilot dream
(yes she has)
Like she came from outer space
And now shes got helicopters
(yes she has)
Repeat 5 times
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Let Your Soul Be Your Pilot
Let your soul be your pilot
Let your soul guide you
Hell guide you well
When youre down and theyre counting
When your secrets all found out
When your troubles take to mounting
When the map you have leads you to doubt
When theres no information
And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well
Let your soul be your pilot
Let your soul guide you
Hell guide you well
When the doctors failed to heal you
When no medicine chest can make you well
When no counsel leads to comfort
When there are no more lies they can tell
No more useless information
And the compass spins
The compass spins between heaven and hell
Let your soul be your pilot
Let your soul guide you
Hell guide you well
And your eyes turn towards the window pane
To the lights upon the hill
The distance seems so strange to you now
And the dark room seems so still
Let your pain be my sorrow
Let your tears be my tears too
Let your courage be my model
That the north you find will be true
When theres no information
And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well
Let your soul be your pilot
Let your soul guide you
Let your soul guide you
Let your soul guide you upon your way...
song performed by by Sting
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On this wondrous sea
4
On this wondrous sea
Sailing silently,
Ho! Pilot, ho!
Knowest thou the shore
Where no breakers roar—
Where the storm is o'er?
In the peaceful west
Many the sails at rest—
The anchors fast—
Thither I pilot thee—
Land Ho! Eternity!
Ashore at last!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Im Def
Can we do that?
Can we do that?
Im def
Im def
Im def
Im listening to the radio
Got a job as a test pilot
Yes I got a job as a test pilot
Im def
I never listen to the
I never listen to
I never listen to the ra-
Im def
Got a job as a test pilot
Yes I got a job as a test pilot
Im listening to the radio
We have our own song and we want to get it recorded
We have our own song and we want to get it recorded
We have our own song and we want to get it recorded
We have our own song and we want to get it recorded*
We have our own song and we want to get it recorded*
Can we do that? *
Why dont you leave a message*
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Just an Idle Poem
A cargo plane, loaded with white rabbits, got lost in a heavenly
storm and landed on the moon, the pilot declared himself king.
The second pilot would have none of it, slew the pilot, declared
a republic, with him as president, and freed the rabbits.
When all the little bottles of booze planes carry for hospitality,
were empty the president got depressed and threw himself;
off the moon, was sucked up into a black hole and woke up on
the Australian outback and got a job a camel rider with an all
consuming hatred for airline pilots. The moon rabbits, however,
thrived lived on nourishing dust and moon dew. But slowly they
changed appearance and became moonbeams that lit up parks
summer nights and make lovers swoon. A cynic may say they
became inconsequent spectres, useless as a poem written for
pleasure and lacking in moral judiciousness.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Ship Of Earth.
'Thou Ship of Earth, with Death, and Birth, and Life, and Sex aboard,
And fires of Desires burning hotly in the hold,
I fear thee, O! I fear thee, for I hear the tongue and sword
At battle on the deck, and the wild mutineers are bold!
'The dewdrop morn may fall from off the petal of the sky,
But all the deck is wet with blood and stains the crystal red.
A pilot, GOD, a pilot! for the helm is left awry,
And the best sailors in the ship lie there among the dead!'
poem by Sidney Lanier
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Blind Bid to Boston
The pilot left his seat.
Some stood upon their feet.
They looked in disbelief.
But none of them could fly,
Or dared to even try.
The pilot munched on snacks.
And then he took a nap.
No one knew what to do.
No one there before had flew!
And then someone yelled,
'Hey, let's play 'Bid Whist'?
It's the best when there's tension.
Hey...let's all play Bid Whist.
Someone might get a Boston or two! '
As turbulence rocked the plane,
Someone bid a five 'no'...
Downtown without any fear.
Another nixed that,
By declaring a six low.
In 'diamonds' they said very clear.
And everyone there in the air,
Forgot their cares.
No one dared to mention their plight.
They were all in the game of 'Bid Whist'
And one aboard made a blind bid,
To Boston that night!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Voids
A pilot without a sky
A sky without a pilot
A captain without a ship
A ship without a pivot
A book void of pages
A page without a book
A letter without a word
The word forgotten unheard
By silent actors and stages
An eye without a sight
Eyeholes bottomless pits
A hand without a shake
A weakness earning on might
A wound you cannot unbreak
21st century beats
21st century eats
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Never Too Late
You want to make me believe...
That everything you've ever done,
Was for me.
But...
All I've ever seen,
Was you take the seat of the pilot.
And...
I was in the cabin being the cleanup boy.
You want to make me believe...
That everything you've ever done,
Was for me.
But...
All I've ever seen,
Was you take the seat of the pilot.
And...
I was in the cabin being the cleanup boy.
You want to make me believe...
You would be there to have my back,
Watching.
You want to make me believe...
You'd protect me from any attack,
Watching.
You want to make me believe...
All I had to do is just sit and wait,
Before I get a taste of delicious cake.
And every piece of it you ate!
You want to make me believe...
That everything you've ever done,
Was for me.
But...
All I've ever seen,
Was you take the seat of the pilot.
And...
I was in the cabin being the cleanup boy.
You want to make me believe...
All I had to do is just sit and wait,
Before I get a taste of delicious cake.
And every piece of it you ate!
Then...
Have me accept it's never too late.
Then...
Have me accept it's never too late.
Then...
Have me accept it's never too late.
Never too late.
Never too late!
But...
Guess who's trying hard to get through the gate?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hellraiser
Werent you the pilot who fell from the skies was it a big mistake or just
Plain homicide how does it feel on the other side do you hang out with the
Saints or the spies
Are you still hellraising are you still hellraising hellraising
Is this the kind of thing we always fear are you so bent on hell youd leave
Me up here God bless the miles we travelled too fast God help the suckers
Dead in your path
Are you still hellraising are you still hellraising hellraising
You will pay for your mistakes you will pay for your mistakes you will pay
For your mistakes you will pay
This love was born on crutches, crippled and bored ripped out asleep and
Strangled by a phone cord werent you the pilot who swerved off the course
Was it disaster or just plain force?
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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