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