The Rocknauts Part VI
The four stages began to rotate clockwise in a slow orderly fashion that fully belied the massive detonations that were occurring just outside of their protective shields. Several extremely massive pieces of ordinance were currently finding that shield as impenetrable as all previous fire had. Thick pressure waves were pushing what was left of the desert sand into a molten bowl almost a mile wide. The ominous ‘hour-glass’ was now hanging static in mid-air as its contents, both above and below, slid around like a precision clockwork.
Any thermo-nuclear option was not out of the question in this remote place, but the still glowing face of the recently scarred moon seemed to set some new precedent. This planet probably didn’t need that much glass.
Full volleys of bomb loads were now raining down from every angle, peppering the apex of the bowl and harmlessly detonating against the force-fields. The staccato of burst was a testament to the amount of high-altitude heavy-bombers this planet had at its disposal. High above, contrails marked the passage of indifferent ordinance ferries.
“It would seem that wisdom is not a forte’ of the leaders of this world!” Singer was screaming in a booming tone that Scattered smoke and debris from his immediate vicinity in the queue.
The three instrumentalists were exerting themselves furiously upon their stages. Teeth were gritting and eyes were glaring from beneath flexed brows. The song they’d fallen into easily drowned out the war machine that kept up an attack of futility. At some points all four voices harmonized together, twisting like hot knives thru a cold watermelon on a blistering summer day. Other times guitar or bass threw in a thorn-laden line of nimble lead notes. Drum’s accents leapt out like thunderclaps from a thousand different storms. Tribal angst and rhythm flowed out to the world.
An electromagnetic pulse went out on a purple wave of sub-atomic particles. They were now broadcasting worldwide. Bouncing off satellites and cutting in on every carrier wave and frequency mankind could use. AM, FM, short-wave, citizens-broadcast, television, microwave, and even digital had all programming drowned out and replaced. Nothing was immune to the signal emanating from the middle of the Sahara desert.
The words were also translated worldwide:
From a distance I saw you. And you looked good. From the edge of the stage, you blew me away. Looking out for a hero, Do you know what for? Ain’t ‘nothing to be said now. Don’t you let me down.
Crawling over horizons, spilling into the sea, like blood on water, like a bad disease,
If rock is what you need! Then come to me. If rock is what you need! Listen to me. If rock is what you need! Rock is what you’ll see. If rock is what you need! Rock is what you’ll be.
Screaming out of the darkness, we’re screaming loud. Look into your eyes. Do you think it’s wise? For a one night stand. I can be the man. You can be the girl. You can be the girl.
While the sun’s still rising, will you still be with me? Will we stay together? Or will we stay free?
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(All lyrics, arrangement, and music by: Joel Lopez, Herman Cardona, Jose Diaz, and Roland Valdez. AKA:LEGASYS)
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