Space Is the Place

- It's after the end of the world.

Don't you know that yet?

It's after the end of the world.

Don't you know that yet?

It's after the end of the world.

Don't you know that yet?

It's after the end of the world.

Don't you know that yet?

It's after the end of the world.

Don't you know that yet?

The music is different here.

The vibrations are different.

Not like Planet Earth.

The planet is the sound of guns, anger,

frustration.

There was no one to talk to on Planet Earth who would

understand.

We set up a colony of black people here.

See what they can do on a planet of their own without any white

people there.

They could drink in the beauty of this planet.

It would affect their vibrations.

For the better, of course.

Another place in the universe.

Up on the different stars.

That would be where the ultimate destiny would come in.

Equation wise, the first thing to do is to consider time as

officially ended.

We work on the other side of time.

We bring them here through either isotope teleportation,

transport liquidation, or better still,

teleport the whole planet here through music.

-Say, you're off to a good night.

Yeah.

Another one like this and I can quit this job.

Who is he?

-Baby, you don't know who that is?

No.

Baby, that's The Overseer.

He sees something he wants.

He gets it.

He'll be getting around to you soon.

You can bet your tits on it.

Well that's all right.

Yes sir, what would you like?

The piano player.

Isn't he great?

I think he's about the best I've ever heard.

Best you've ever heard, huh?

Well maybe not the best, but...

I think he sounds like shit.

Now get him out of there, and start the show.

Yes, sir.

All right, come on girls.

Let's all all act as there's a man who wants to see the bras!

Hey you look nice, let's get those costumes on.

Hey you know better than that,

I'll see about that later.

All right, let's go everybody!

Come on, let's go.

Ooh!

If I had tits like that, I'd make a fortune.

Woo!

-Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it for the piano man,

Sonny Ray!

Bring on the ladies!

-Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Now ladies and gentlemen, Byron's of Chicago proudly

presents for youse guys!

The Ebony Steppers!

On with th show!

Ahh!

Ahh!

Ahh!

-I should've known you'd pull some shit like this.

Sonny Ray.

Come on, what is this?

What about it?

You think you're ready for me?

-Are you ready to alter your destiny?

Let's not overdue it.

Name the game.

Craps, Conquian.

Whist.

7up.

I say the end of the world.

-That's what I call cooking with grease.

You think I can't handle it?

Okay.

You name the game.

My cut.

Looks like we need a little transportation.

Nice.

Your pull.

This is Jimmy Fey.

Channel 5 stone.

The all black station for all black people with all the news

that grooves at noon.

Live from Oakland, California.

As you are probably aware,

several local mystics have predicted a landing from space

this afternoon here at this spot opposite the sector five

government building, in the present of a black musician and

thinker named Sun Ra.

I haven't seen him yet.

He should be here anytime now.

-He's reported to have disappeared while traveling in

Europe in June, 1969.

He's reputed to have been traveling in outer space all

this time with his intergalactic Solar Arkestra.

Upon landing here, he will reveal to the world his

so-called plan for the salvation of the black race.

Where the hell is he?

-It has now been a couple minutes passed the time when Mr.

Ra is scheduled to appear so apparently he's not quite as

efficient as our own NASA program people.

That son of a bitch!

Ain't that just like him.

Two minutes late.

Hey there he is!

This in incredible.

I can't believe it.

It's really happening.

I can't believe it.

It's really happened.

Ra's ship has landed.

Ra's ship has landed!

Mobile units are being dispatched to the area and we

should have reports momentarily.

This is Jimmy Fey, Channel 5 Stone Jive saying follow me!

Follow me!

I am the alt of destiny.

I am the alt of destiny.

The presence of the living myth.

-What is the power of your machine?

Music.

This music is all apart of another tomorrow.

Another kind of language.

Speaking things of nature, naturalness,

the way it should be.

Speaking things of blackness, about the void.

The endless void.

The bottomless pit surrounding you.

Why doesn't Earth fall?

How can you walk upon it?

It's the music.

It's the music of the earth.

The music of the sun and the stars.

The music of yourself, vibrating.

Yes, you're music too.

You're all instruments.

Everyone's supposed to be playing their part in this vast

orchestra of the cosmos.

- Today a part of negroes,

claiming to hold the key to space travel,

and threatening to undermine both the economy and the social

structure of the strongest nation on earth,

deserves the Federal Bureau of Investigations most acute

...

Well, let's get it on.

Extra!

Get your evening paper.

Extra, extra!

Hey kid.

Get your evening paper!

-Well you were a couple of minutes late getting there,

but this time I'll call it even.

One for you.

One for me.

Hey, check this nigga out.

Must admit.

Got some bad kicks.