Blackhole

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The starlight sparkled at the moment
when navigation found the hole
Computer displayed all the findings
right upon the ship’s console

They stalled in deep space at the moment
half a million miles away
“Calculate event horizon!”
Engineers heard captain say

Calculations flashed
developing their path to take
then at once upon the cockpit
did appear their path in space

Then the captain gave the order
and the crew prepared their fate
generating their protection
with synthetic gravity

Now the ship with its protection
that also served as its engine
pulled the spacecraft to the blackhole
Crew silently strapped in

As their path led them closer
the warp in time started to show
it affected the good captain
and his consciousness’ hold

“Mother, please aprove of me!”, captain let out the cry
“I may not be Jesus Christ but I’m alright!
We must all be inside as the outside moves so fast!”
His inner time was blending his future with his past

Observed from a telescope they’d calculated wrong
Spacecraft was shown frozen but they were alright
Never came to be crushed as Hawking had foretold
They made through unnoticed through the treacherous blackhole

credits

from Garbagehands EP, released May 19, 2016
Anthony: djembe
db: cymbals, vibraslap, tambourine, guitar, bvox
His Cheap Moves: bass
Jared: mandolin, vox
Tom: drum kit, chimes

cover art by Michael Hallberg

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Oranga Tanga West Melbourne, Florida

Strange stirrings are reported from the jungle. A breeze swirls the atmosphere like a nun stirs her morning coffee. The smell of drums is heavy in the air, like a remembered punch. The natives, never ones to contemplate these things, are restless and getting restlesser. There is no unrestlesting the restlesserification of… this is where the doctor said I should stop writing. ... more

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