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Dr Martin Austwick at Geek Pop

by Dr Martin Austwick

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Why is it so hard After heavy rain To step between the snails and spare their lives? Our mindless feet remake Their homes into deadly blades The perfect instruments of their demise And if I were transformed into a giant slug Would I be most cursed on this earth? And if I one day die and am reborn a man Should I rejoice in my rebirth? Evil's on the march It stalks my stuttering steps I can feel its voodoo in my head But it needs a lock of hair To perform its spells So I'll collect my hair And I'll keep it in the jars beneath my bed With fingernails and skin And bottles of urine Anything that might bear my DNA And I know that I must hide From the storm that dwells outside But I will step into the light some lucky day The oily rain that falls upon the flooded pavement tells me that it's here within my castle I must stay And while I know that I must hide From the storm that howls outside I will step into the light some lucky day
2.
Whatever happened to the girl with the X-ray eyes? I still miss her jokes, her smile, her laugh Caught within a speck of silver bromide A ghost seen in a dead man's photograph Whatever happened to the dose of radiation? Water torture drawn out forty years The corporeal transparent and elusive 'Till the world around had all but disappeared Whatever happened to the man with the mentaculus Who sunk a fleet of U-boats with his mind? He got himself embroiled in some sad scandal An apple core was all he left behind I heard the motors whir to punch my card Loving you should not have been this hard I drank when it said "drink me", underscored Walked through the door there in the skirting board Whatever happened to the man of re and brimstone? Extinguished embers are his eyes He worked hard to win his heavy burden And if you earn it, you might take his prize He searched to find the perfect preparation A balm to soothe the fie, to end all wars But he underwent a dreadful transformation Becoming death, the destroyer of worlds And death, the destroyer of all worlds Walked through the door there in the skirting board The world was like a fog seen from afar Loving you should not have been this hard
3.
Around the time of Jesus Lucretius, who was Roman Noticed motes of dust in sunbeams and their erratic motion He ascribed this to the bu eting caused by atoms in the air And some simple evidence of atoms was discovered there In Brownian Motion Robert Brown, biologist, laced water drops with pollen Observed it in a microscope till his eyes were red and swollen He saw the pollen jiggling, he rubbed his sleepy eyes Why was the pollen dancing? Why - it was not alive! It was Brownian Motion The pollen grain was dancing from the myriad Water molecules that struck it Imagine if you will This simple analogy A crowd of angry people Standing in a circle Throwing lots of ping-pong balls At a lazy elephant Standing in the middle And henceforth ambulating In a manner confused, and somewhat crooked Because that's Brownian Motion
4.
Of course I'm fond of you, but all you do is tell me your sweet little lies My scienti fic view means that I see through them, but when will you realise Your heart it isn't broken, lying bleeding on the ground? If that were the case you wouldn't still be walking around You say without me that you are so blue That's probably just haemoglobin deoxygenation discolouring you I don't understand your a ffection for the poetry of which you speak And the only love letters I need are Greek and appear within equations (preferably with subscripts) You conjure up these stories from your imagination If you'd really been walking on air, you'd defy Newton's laws of gravitation I'm afraid I have to run - it's time we drew our grand experiment to a close You wouldn't meet me on Monday to return my graphics calculator I don't suppose? I know it's just biochemistry But it feels like a re that is burning inside of me Where there's no air to feed the blaze Well I took another look at the data, and baby I'm amazed It's an ambiguous result - this was all my fault The experiment will have to be repeated - I'm sorry, but science needs it It's another false alarm so come back to my loving arms Come back to my loving arms But my arms are incapable of loving you independently So come back to me Come back to me instead

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*Available to download as part of the Geek Like Me EP. See geekpop.bandcamp.com/album/geek-like-me

This set is part of the Geek Pop 2011 festival at geekpop.co.uk

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released March 10, 2011

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