So this is the actual beginning of the tale. the russian is a google translation of what i then repeat in english, so the russian is probably gibberish but it sounds good.
after this comes Baikonur Beat, which i wrote last Fawm
The next song has been bogging me down for days, so i dunno, we might do a few unrelated things first to unclog the tubes.
The complete THE WRONG STUFF (so far, and in the right order) :
it is Febraury 1997. Last year the final capitalist imperialist nations gave up their futile struggle and joined the global council of Soviets. All the workers of the world rejoice in the final dictatorship of the proletariat, to the benefit of all mankind.
Today the council of ministers have gathered at Baikonur to witness the launching of вестник, the messenger. a mighty vessel bringing the Marxist Leninist creed to the furthest reaches of space.
The Hundred Families of colonists are already slumbering in hypersleep for the long journey to Titan. Meanwhile, the flight crew are in the secret city, making their final preparations