Préludes, Book 2, L. 123: No. 11, Les tierces alternées

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Gravitational forces The time is 8:45 Fifteen minutes shy of competing the 4-hour sound check It usually takes an hour and a half The room reminds me of a putt putt golf course A twenty foot crimson alien stands in the corner An airstream flying saucer juts out of the wall Plastic asteroids the size of oil drums rain down from the ceiling Someone pointed out they look like giant turds We are here to play music Music I have a relentless passion for We are hurtling through space at 66,000 miles an hour We have traveled over 247,500 miles Since we arrived here at five Maybe this is the wrong galaxy Maybe we have broken a time barrier And time is slowed by the gravitational forces of two fellow spacemen Two fellow spacemen who were on this planet when we arrived Who have no passion for music Or anything else In this tasteless solar system Or anything else In this tasteless solar system