Flight is the process by which an object moves, through an atmosphere (especially the air) or beyond it (as in the case of spaceflight), by generating aerodynamic lift, propulsive thrust, aerostatically using buoyancy, or by ballistic movement, without direct support from any surface.
The engineering aspects of flight are studied in aerospace engineering which is subdivided into aeronautics, which is the study of vehicles that travel through the air, and astronautics, the study of vehicles that travel through space, and in ballistics, the study of the flight of projectiles.
Humans have managed to construct lighter than air vehicles that raise off the ground and fly, due to their buoyancy in air and water.
An aerostat is a system that remains aloft primarily through the use of buoyancy to give an aircraft that has the same overall density as air. Aerostats include free balloons, airships, and moored balloons. An aerostat's main structural component is its envelope, a lightweight skin containing a lifting gas to provide buoyancy, to which other components are attached.
Denzel Hayes Washington, Jr. (born December 28, 1954) is an American actor, screenwriter, director, and film producer. He first rose to prominence when he joined the cast of the medical drama, St. Elsewhere, playing Dr. Philip Chandler for six years. He has received much critical acclaim for his work in film since the 1990s, including for his portrayals of real-life figures, such as Steve Biko, Malcolm X, Rubin "Hurricane" Carter, Melvin B. Tolson, Frank Lucas and Herman Boone.
Washington has received two Academy Awards, two Golden Globe awards, and a Tony Award. He is notable for winning the Best Supporting Actor for Glory in 1989; and the Academy Award for Best Actor in 2001 for his role in the film Training Day.
Denzel Washington was born in Mount Vernon, near New York City, New York on December 28, 1954. His mother, Lennis "Lynne", was a beauty parlor-owner and operator born in Georgia and partly raised in Harlem. His father, Reverend Denzel Hayes Washington, Sr., a native of Buckingham County, Virginia, served as an ordained Pentecostal minister, and also worked for the Water Department and a local department store, S. Klein.
Plot
Shortly after a major disaster aboard the XOEH (zoh.ee) space station, Alan Brahm awakes to find himself trapped in the airlock/escape pod, with a torn space suit, and the room rapidly decompressing. With his attempts to force the airlock's door open failing, and only minutes left, Alan must make the choice of living to see his family again or sacrificing himself to save the lives of his stranded crew.
Keywords: airlock, astronaut, computer-malfunction, mission-control, self-sacrifice, space, space-station
Failure is a choice.
Olivia Brahm: You need to come home!::Alan Brahm: I need you to let me go.
Alan Brahm: Don't fear goodbyes. No distance is too great.
An Interactive Adventure!
Plot
When Jasmine "Jazz" Morgan loses her mother to a long-time battle with lung cancer, she can only focus on one thing - becoming a famous singer. Ignoring the wishes of her father, Blair Morgan a strict doctor who prefers that she return to college, Jazz spends the summer entrenched in the hyper-sexualized, drug-influenced DC music scene, dragging along her younger, more naive, sister Leah). One night, after an impromptu audition, Jazz is invited to join a popular go-go band managed by a charismatic barber, Gabe and supported with drug money provided by the lead MC, Flight. With ease, she falls in line with the band and in love with the stage and together they all reach new heights of popularity. But just as quickly as her success rises, so does the pressure and Jazz recklessly tries to maintain control.
Keywords: gogo-music, washington-d.c.
Plot
When two cowboys are captured in the old west trying to rob a bank, they are exiled to the front lines of World War I to fight alongside the British. They get into a bet to see if they can fly a Gunbus, they do but then end up in another base under an officer who is determined to hunt down a German airship.
Keywords: 1910s, aerial-combat, airplane, army, automobile, bank, bank-robber, bank-robbery, blimp, cowboy
There's a new kind of adventure in the air.
Sutton Foster and Megan McGinnis: Flight
Let me run through a field in the night
Let me lift from the ground til my soul is in flight.
Let me sway like the shade of a tree
Let me swirl like a cloud in a storm on the sea.
Wish me on my way
Through the dawning day I...
Wanna flow, wanna rise, wanna spill
Wanna grow, wanna grow
on the side of a hill.
I don't care if the train runs late
If the checks won't clear
If the house blows down.
I'll be off where the weeds run wild
Where the seeds fall far from this
earthbound town.
And I'll start to soar!
Watch me rain til I pour out!
I'll catch a ship and it'll sail me astray
Get caught in a wind and I'll just have to obbey time
Time flying away!
Flight!
Ahhh...
Ahhh...
Ahhh...
Let me leave behind
All the clouds in my mind I
Wanna wake without wondering why
Finding myself for a burst for the sky!
Flight!
Flight!
I'll just roll!
Let me lose all control I
Wanna float like a wish in a well
Free as the sound of the sea in a shell
I don't know
But maybe I'm just a fool
I should keep to the ground
I should stay where I'm at
Maybe everyone has hunger like this
And the hunger will pass
But I can't think like that
All I know is that somewhere in a clearing (somewhere)
There's a grain of sunlight on a river long and wide
And I have such a river inside!
Let me run through a field in the night!
Let me lift from the ground til my soul is in flight!
Let me sway like the shade of a tree!
Let me swirl like a cloud in a storm on the sea!
Wish me on my way! (wish me on my way)
Through the dawning day I...
Wanna flow, wanna rise, wanna spill...
Wanna grow on the side of a hill...
Wanna shift like a wave going on
Wanna drift from the path
I've been traveling upon
This song was first released on the it’s about time album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the sky on laughter silvered wings
Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds and done a hundred things
I’ve wheeled and soared and swung high in the sunlit silence
Hovering there I’ve chased the shouting winds aloft
And flung my eager craft through footless halls of air
The higher we fly, the farther we go
The closer we are to each other
The darker the night, the brighter the star
In peace go my sisters and brothers
Up, up, the long delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor even eagle flew
And while with silent lifting mind I trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand and touched the face of god
The higher we fly, the farther we go
The closer we are to each other
The darker the night, the brighter the star
In peace go my sisters and brothers
Words by gillespie magee jr., john denver and joe henry
Music by lee holdridge
Adopted from the poem by john gillespie magee jr.
Eh why you looking at me
You got something to hide
I got something to see
Stay
Right where you stand
And then when I say go
You gonna take what you can
Look at the things you've done
At the things you've done
At the things that you've done
We're on fire
Stand and fight
We could be in flight
You mean nothing to me
Can I feed you a lie
For a pledge to be free
Take
And then make what you can
Quit choosing a side
Stay right where you stand
Wait before you let it go on
Before you let it go on
Before you let it go on
We're on fire
Stand and fight
We could be in flight
We'll burn it down...
We're on fire
Stand and fight
We could be in flight
Lost and tired
Read our rights
We lie in bed for days
Empty bottles consuming empty space
I€™m suffocating
If I go to you by train
it€™s forty-five blocks of seeing the same
expressionless face
Debris is falling from the burning sky
Ashes from a once luminous life
Burn a candle in the window so I know you€™re still alive
Breathing but dead inside
Let€™s help each other bake this bread
There€™s nothing I€™d rather be doing instead
I hear there€™s a full moon rising
It€™s the same thing every night
The gunshots sing and the people scream
The harmonies of this city
Well I€™m not happy either
Let€™s tear this one down
Rebuild on virgin ground
A new life begins
Flowing rivers craggy mountains sigh
wondering, watching as your mind flies by
get your feet onto the ground
better try
now is the time to free your mind
fly fly fly
Hold your head up to the sky,fly high
See the heaven's open doors fly by
Angels hold you near
Now your path is clear
God has cast no fear
Mind fly by
Cast yourself and sail into the sun
You've had your fun
Cast yourself and sail into the sun
You've had your fun
Now your time has come
Now your time has come
Now your time has come
Cover me, when I walk alone
Give me strength, when I am on my own
Like a shadow walk, throughout the dreaming spaces
I'm another look, of other drowning places
Dreaming
I called the children of a violent season down
No time for rhyme and I found the reason why
I'll cover you, when light makes shade
Protecting you from all your men and gods have made
And given time, when death draws near
I'll smother you in the seven shades of heavens fear
Dreaming
I called the children of a violent season down
No time for rhyme and I found the reason why
I'll cover you, when light makes shade
Protecting you from all your men and gods have made
And given time, when death draws near
I'll smother you in the seven shades of heavens fear
Dreaming
I called the children of a violent season down
No time for rhyme and I found the reason why
Gifted memory of a time I've never known
Eye's of the night, keepin' me right,
Engine is roarin' like hell.
Wings on my side, shakes off the light,
Ready to go - I can tell.
You better sit upright or you fall down,
No one's gonna help you miles around.
There's no place for tears or fear of heights,
Nothing - just the thunder of flights.
Fly forever and try cross over the sky -
Feelin' the wind blow.
Cry for losers who died,
They watchin' you fly - over the rainbow.
Scary how fast, you're down in the dust,
Watchin' the sign in the sky.
Kill or get killed, glory and thrill
Waitin' for one who'll survive.
I had a dream last night and I say you burn.
Right on the edge of the point of no return,
No more excuses and no more comin' back,
Caught a flight, Full of drugs
Shoot straight at a view
Touching down just in time
Crawl straight into you
And before the fallen graces write
And he found the diamonds in disgiuse
I've been wastin' most of my time
But i carry on
Today (what is it?) can only improve with time
When your only a planet down
We'll go out again
And before the fall did nature's right
And we found there ain't no quick for flight
I've been wasting most of my time
And i can get along
Today (where is it?) can only improve with time
Flying Blind
I alway forget how crazy things are
so sometimes it catches me off my guard
when they make sense.
The line on the road trail the arrow in the sky,
I search for the mote in my brother's eye
beneath the pence...
a time of blunt instruments.
Still uncertain when I've woken
or what constitutes a conscious mind,
though the thought remains unspoken
I know I'm flying blind.
Breaking into cold sweat on the white-hot coals
the pennies from heaven drop through my soul:
it don't relent.
At the back end of dreams I'm amazed to awake...
I offer my theories but just can't shake
that seventh sense
to which there's no defense.
It seemed the time was for action,
it seemed so cool to be that kind...
my tongue writhed to form some retraction
but I knew
I was flying blind.
I want things to be fast, down to the power-drive;
I want the zero-gravity heroes to play dead,
but stay alive.
We want it to be slow, all the way to stall;
we talk about a thousand things that never change at all.
No, it never change...
It was then that I knew I'd been thoughtless -
something had slipped my mind:
I'd strapped myself into the Fortress
but the Fortress was flying blind.
We got full clearance, so someone down there
ought to know the truth of our disappearance -
If even that still shows it accuses and blames me,
but nothing was quite what it seemed.
Sometimes things work out so strangely
that it might as well all be dreamed.
The White Cane Fandango
The White Cane Fandango in Morse code,
try to shake through the message,
shake the load;
only venial sin, running on the spot -
till the dance begins.
Where does a man go when the muscles cramp?
Try to write out a postcard on a postage stamp
with a drawing pin punching out the Braille
for the whole within?
Upset the contango on your future stock;
paying backwardation, hold onto what you've got -
such a sideways grin! Some day you may need
to trade that in.
If we ride this right
the future will fall in our hands.
If we survive the flight
the future will work out -
nothing's that black and white.
Control
The colour-coded charts are spread,
but we're still gliding deep into the red,
the radio is dead
every valve blown open.
The radar screen flicks monochrome,
air traffic controller wants to get on home,
waiting
for a phone call
to release him from responsibility.
Nobody goes to see him any more
except for the man from the ministry.
He wanted to be, he wanted to be
the man at the helm, in command of the flightpath;
he's flying a chair, quite beyond control;
he's going to have just one more chance
at a barrel roll.
All in a dream, all as a dream,
the colours too bright, the music too deafening -
the black-out world has just begun to show.
These cracked-out words I offer...
but I still don't know.
Cool blue suffuse the colour gun -
oh come in, come in number one:
your time's nearly run.
Speed-freeze the frame,
the present and the past hold fast...
It's too fast, the thing don't,
the thing won't,
the thing don't last.
Cockpit
The rolling dice clash together never make up the score;
that old device, the ejector seat, glued to the floor.
Everybody waits for everyone to make a show -
no-one wants to be the first, admitting that they know
how anythings that's gone down here
could fit into an analytic groove...
ait for the tactical move,
wait for some action we all can approve.
Too much to drink, for the cup reaches down to the sea;
too much to think, the barometer pressuring me.
Rolling down the weather for an Easter parade,
reeling out the Maydays in the hope of being saved,
but the radio ham's out giving blood -
no, no, no, he's not listening.
The cricketer knows his "Wisden",
the pilot has got his "Jane's",
but the sum of this factual wisdom
don't help us to fly the plane
(no, and it never will...)
Beneath the tartan two-piece something rips undone...
Wait for the ladder to run
wait for the snake that the ladder becomes.
A passenger hits the cockpit, willing to chance his game:
pulls out his gun and cocks it
in the hope that it all might change. (oh, but it never will...)
A fly-leaf from the library shows others have been here before,
tried, failed and kicked out the door;
the aircrew don't care anymore -
not they just wait
for the beat of the silk-worm wing,
wait for the heat to come down on us
- full force of the law.
Silk-Worm Wings
Full force of gravity pulls me down,
I'll be better off out of there;
aerobatic spin around,
I'll take my chances in the open air.
Sycamore silk-worm wings
or Roman Candle to the ground,
there's only one thing for shure:
when the balloon goes up
the aeronaut calm down.
He say nothing is quite what it seems,
he say nothing is quite what it seems;
I say nothing is nothing.
A Black Box
Softly, the angels sing their time and space refrain:
there's something in everything if you can only pin down its name
Aerobatic thoughts at the back of my mind -
Is it nothing but the looping line we all follow?
Nothing but the spiral twist of DNA
There'll be no looking back from tomorrow on today.
So the wire is tripped, split-seconds defect to their successors;
the umbilical cord is ripped -
here we all are in free fall.
I stall where I am, as if to see where I've been:
only running down the looping line we all follow,
only chasing down the spiral twist of DNA -
There can be no looking on to tomorrow from today.
Life/death/night/day - cold breath will surely fly away.
Is the empire of sensation locked in a black box
deep in me, encoded there somehow?
It fires the imagination to fly on a wing and a prayer
through my life
- is that how it is?
There'll be no looking back on this...
this is now, which will be then -
is this the means? All I know for shure is
this is the end.
No looking back from tomorrow,
no, there'll be no looking back on today;
better be looking on to tomorrow...
better think on today.
All lyrics by Peter Hammill
Published by Hit and Run Music Publishing Ltd.
Printed by permission.
S-type records, 55-59 Shaftsbury Ave., London W.I.
Calligraphy by Jet
Yeah
I’m hitchhiking love
Could you take me to the hills
I’m not heavy no, I promise
I heard you could fly, could you try
We can drive for miles till no one can see but just you
and me (ah)
I’m spending too much time on the ground baby please
show me how
How you do it, and don’t ever let me down
Don’t try to hide it
Cause I’d see your wings if that dress was backless
Don’t hide it
It ain’t a secret
Everybody knows you fly, fly, fly
I know you go up, go up
I wanna go up, take me up
I wanna go up, take me up
Don’t try to hide it, everybody knows you fly
Oh I really ought to ask
If I need a parachute or something
Cause if you take me way up there
I’ll be scared to death of falling
We can drive for miles till no one can see but just you
and me (ah)
I’m spending too much time on the ground baby please
show me how
How you do it, and don’t ever let me down
Don’t try to hide it
Cause I’d see your wings if that dress was backless
Don’t hide it
It ain’t a secret
Everybody knows you fly, fly, fly
I know you go up, go up
I wanna go up, take me up
I wanna go up, take me up
Don’t try to hide it, everybody knows you fly
Gravity’s blowing up my phone don’t wanna answer
Them sidewalks calling to me (yeah)
Gravity’s calling my phone I can’t answer
Ain’t no service, way up here girl
We’re 25, 000 feet in the air baby
If love was sky, damn right I’m falling
Falling in love, but going up
Don’t try to hide it, cause I see your wings
If that dress looks fabulous, don’t hide it
It ain’t a secret
Everybody knows you fly, fly, fly
I know you go up, you go up
I wanna go up, take me up
I wanna go up, take me up
Don’t try to hide it, everybody knows you fly
Show me how you do it, how you show me up
Show me how you do it, how you show me up
Show me how you do it, how you show me up
Show me what
Show me what
Show me what
I watched you to fly away today
You held me close and turned away
And you were gone
I said I couldn't understand
Why you need a foreign land
What's wrong with home?
I need to breathe
Need to see what this life's got in store for me
Take a chance while I can
Not one also ran
Chorus:
I'm on a flight and its taking me closer
Home to a heart that's been left for so long
Time is all that holds me now
And the days have come and gone while I have flown
I'm coming homeI've read your letters, heard of your success
Does that mean happiness? Yes or no?
Temptation that lay across your path
Is it to much to ask to think of me?
I had to fight to be right
There was never a champion for me
Knights in armour don't exist
It's been such a risk
Repeat chorus two times
I'm on a flight and its taking me closer
Home to a heart that's been left for so long
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm on a flight
Within the chamber of my soul
I find I don't know, as much as most do,
But I know my destiny, and I know
I must choose, what path to follow each day.
I see the hatred towards my words,
Toward the one that I love.
Must my voice be silenced?
Must I sit in the shadows of the ones that sit before me?
I see the stone in your hands,
I feel the hostility in your eyes,
But i won't break down.
I receive your anger,
I take your flustration,
Your insults cut at me.
Your misconception wear at me,
It is hard not to repay the acts sent against me
I won't resign to your control or step back to your bondage
But i'll turn toward my goal,
Toward the prize that the prize that awaits me.
I'll leave this place empty.
No revenge left in me, only the comfort of my soul.
I've been watching you
Hide away from prying eyes
You said out with the old
And in with the new
We've yet to see
The best from you
So go ahead and prove them wrong
For all time to play along
What do you see?
Oh you're such a pretty face
Don't let your pride go to waste!
What do you see?
Oh you're such a pretty face
Don't let your pride go to waste!
These tracks along her arms
Tell the story of where she's been
Just around the corner
Underneath the stairs
Hides a child who's crying for answers
What a beautiful mess
In a crimson satin dress
She knows there must be more
Than what she's been living for
(What do you see?)
What do you see?
Oh you're such a pretty face
Don't let your pride go to waste!
What do you see?
Oh you're such a pretty face
Don't let your pride go to waste!
They'll see you losing hope when you run away
You're running away
Everything you think you know is not your fate
This is not your fate
What do you see?
Oh you're such a pretty face
Don't let your pride go to waste!
What do you see?
Oh you're such a pretty face
Don't let your pride go to waste!
Oh, you're such a pretty face
Oh, such a pretty face
What a beautiful mess
A beautiful mess