Somewhere in the vastness of space on a distant planet, we are being watched. Eyes and ears, unscrupulous and virginal to all that is ‘Rock’ pay close attention to the tirade of warped political views, unofficial rumors and nonsensical bigotry, spewed forth by the 6 billion inhabitants of the lonely planet ‘Earth’. Alien hands lay poised, composed, ready on command to wreak havoc, destroy worlds, or at the very least abduct one of these squishy bipeds and probe it (no one is quite sure why). When suddenly, amidst the battering of broken hearts and unspoken lies comes a beat, solid and driving. It fills the room like an inferno, infecting everything it touches. Laying waste to common sense and serenity and taking a seemingly calm and steady control over the emotions. Extraterrestrial hands start to move. Muscles twitch as the music enters the vein, swallowing the senses whole and complete. In a moment of clarity, hostilities cease and ill feelings are assuaged. Finally we have found an avenue of communication, the bridge of misapprehension has been crossed and through the muse we find understanding.
Somewhere in the vastness of space, alien beings are rockin’ the fuck out. Sleep well tonight kids, for the world is safe in our hands.
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