Lovely Galaga Woke up early to play you Every morning Be damned high school For my passion awaits me On a ROM cartridge An "A" in "twin ships" A "D" in "Geometry" I'm summer school bound
Four crazy-ass chefs Throwing food from little piles Dodge and throw it back No limit melons Eat the melting ice cream cone For Instant Replay Coin-Op perfection Charley Chuck would be so proud Of this translation
Every store sold games I bought Star League Baseball at The May Company! Liners Or Sluggers Choose from four different pitches Such Simplicity! Isometric view The whole field on screen at once Such economy! 7th inning stretch Ads displayed on the scoreboard 'Twas love at first sight
Prototype lifestyle Sitting on a shelf somewhere Waiting to have life They programmed me to Launch the 5200 Into hearts and minds My graphics are great As if you were in the arcade But with no vectors I am unwieldly I cannot be controlled I'm a maverick I am still just code A burned eprom demo A shadow, a ghost I sit in the dark Longing for a shipping date Not my destiny
Plays video games? Strap two on and go skiing Those babies were huge Kicked Gameboy's ass Color graphics, stereo sound But no one noticed Too few game choices No ads, no distribution Same Atari Corp.
In 1980 Atari yanked this game From it's catalog Amazing box art Bait and switch for this bizarre Unplayable mess E.T. and Pac-Man Don't even chart next to Star Ship The worst game ever
Ships battling planes As anti-aircraft guns fire In head to head fights No way to stop them Everything just keeps on moving Fire, never forget Air Sea Battle game? Judge this book by it's cover Because both ruled
'77 X-Wing battles fueled my Seven year old dreams Video games soon Represented the far far Away galaxy But not exactly. Space Invaders, Asteroids And Galaxian Every enemy Was a tie fighter, every Hero, an X-wing Until finally, 1983, Star Wars Got its own coin-op Pilot an X-wing The Hulking Death star awaits Your vector attack Dive into the trench Fire the proton torpedoes Goodbye exhaust port! At 13 years old My Star Wars dreams realized I could now move on
In my Snow Speeder Skywalker, is damned chump Compared to me AT AT's aim for our Last Power generator They will not succeed Tracking the walkers I evade their laser bolts My attack run starts I swoop down at them Aiming for the head, I fire Their armor is tough I spot a weakness The metal beast's neck flashes I'm in for the kill Metallic legs drop Knee bolts crush under the weight The body explodes
A squad of three men Are attached together forever They have but one goal Moving as a team Kicking out towards the ball Just like chorus girls Totally in-tune In-sync, attached forever Complete unison Their goalie watches Mesmerized by our footwork The shot comes quickly Into the corner The crowd erupts, the sky lights With a fireworks show!
1983 Computers still a hobby User groups flourish We found our local Set of fans in the back of Antic Magazine South Bay Atari Computer Enthusiasts A gaggle of geeks Met in a small hall Across from a gay bar in North Redondo Beach Lucasfilm once came To show us their first two games Before they were out Atari ruled No 'Commode-Door' 64s Allowed anywhere The high-tech lost cause Relentless devotion to A fading image
The back of the store 1977 Right of the housewares Next to the fire door Heavy Sixer with Combat! Two wide-eyed kids Thumbs on the buttons CX-40s in our palms Hands and eyes in-sync "This f-ing rules man!" "cool-ass games on a TV!" "Much better than Pong!" Tanks, bi-planes and jets Bouncing shots, racking-up scores We play while mom shops "This aint no arcade" Yells the TV salesman in The C&R suit He says "That's it boys" He then hits the power switch "Now get outta here!" We
Ever winding road The dwindling sunlight puts my Life in grave danger Paddle controller Rests in my left hand, my thumb Ready to hit the gas Right hand steers the car I can't stray outside the lines Certain death awaits Time ticks ever downward The horizon forever black All an illusion?
Why so damned hard? Leatherneck, why taunt me so? I die so often There are 4 of us But 3 die so instantly Left all by myself Up through the jungle Dodging phantom gunfire in 16 colors. Don't stop the music AY-3-8910 It's so compelling It keeps pulling me I never get much further One more go, restart
Crush Crumble And Chomp You are a monster, you live You eat, you destroy Bash through the city Police cars chase, shoot to kill Yum! Very Tasty Here come tanks and planes You fight, the battle is fierce Yet, you carry on What, a scientist? Is that his secret weapon? Monster dead. Restart.
Catalog daydream Gaming one page at a time Hope is powerful Found you at Fedmart Next to the heavy sixer With Combat! loaded Vicariously I played through your drawings Imagined your words I fell asleep Mind visions of Atari Another world A trance of pixels A beautiful concoction 8-bit dimension An Air-Sea Battle Surrounds Video Olympic Outlaws Street Racing Code Breaking Home Runs Star Ships Hunt And Score Basic Math As Space War Breaks Out Adults yelling thrusts me Back to my sm
Orange box hot rods 27 games to play One has me hooked Head to head battle Tete a tete dans French,Oui? It's Number Cruncher Random number fall Gotta catch them with your car Red button speeds up 2-up battle for Integer Supremecy Game to one hundred?
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