{"id":4204,"date":"2021-10-27T10:48:19","date_gmt":"2021-10-27T17:48:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/?p=4204"},"modified":"2022-09-15T10:59:17","modified_gmt":"2022-09-15T17:59:17","slug":"high-grade-ore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/music\/high-grade-ore","title":{"rendered":"High Grade Ore"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So, this track marks my first collaboration with the incredibly talented wordsmith Lee Hart (who some of you may know as the mastermind behind things like the <A HREF=http:\/\/www.retrotechnology.com\/memship\/memship.html>1802 Altoids tin computer<\/A> and the <A HREF=http:\/\/www.sunrise-ev.com>Sunrise EV<\/A>). A friend of mine described this as &#8220;The wreck of the edmund fitzgerald &#8211; <A HREF=https:\/\/tvtropes.org\/pmwiki\/pmwiki.php\/Main\/RecycledInSpace>in space!<\/A>.&#8221; (Note &#8211; the lyrics have evolved slightly in different directions &#8211; Lee&#8217;s official version is found at <A HREF=http:\/\/sunrise-ev.com\/poems\/ore.htm>this<\/A> address)<\/p>\n<p><A HREF=http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/stuff\/2021\/SheerAndLeeHart-HighGradeOre.mp3>High Grade Ore<\/A><\/p>\n<p>Lyrics (by Lee Hart):<\/p>\n<p>Now Murphy was a working man ; a miner, nothing more.<br \/>\nA bit of human jetsam lost in night&#8217;s Plutonian shore.<br \/>\nUntil he found that asteroid, and entered into lore;<br \/>\nHim and 40 kilotons of high grade ore.<\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;d manned his tiny ship alone, a year or maybe more.<br \/>\nA flea among the asteroids; homeless, starving, poor.<br \/>\nEach rock had only traces of what he searched &#8217;em for.<br \/>\nHunting for his holy grail of high grade ore.<\/p>\n<p>The radar caught his vector, heading for L4.<br \/>\nWith delta-V a little high, but fusion drive full bore.<br \/>\n&#8220;Cap&#8217;n Murphy callin&#8217; in this day of August 4.<br \/>\n&#8216;A claimin&#8217; 40 kilotons of high grade ore.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The base assayer radioed, &#8220;You&#8217;ve heard the rules before.<br \/>\nYour claim&#8217;s no good until you land that worthless hunk of ore.<br \/>\nAnd then I&#8217;ll have to analyze its purity before<br \/>\nYou own that 40 kilotons of high grade ore.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Jesus, what you burning there?&#8221;, the port controller swore.<br \/>\n&#8220;There&#8217;s colors there in your exhaust flume I&#8217;ve never seen before&#8221;.<br \/>\n&#8220;Just gum&#8217;ment forms&#8221;, said Murphy, &#8220;and rulebooks by the score&#8221;.<br \/>\n&#8220;To help me trim this delta-V, that&#8217;s all I kept &#8217;em for&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Murphy, there&#8217;s a lawyer here, from Cheatham, Ripp, and Gore.<br \/>\nHe says your bills are way behind, a year or maybe more.&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;Jes&#8217; stand him on me landin&#8217; pad, I&#8217;ll pay him off for sure.<br \/>\nAnd drop him 40 kilotons of high grade ore.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The radar station checked the course, then checked it even more.<br \/>\nIt seemed that Murphy&#8217;d land a thousand yards below the floor.<br \/>\nThe operator called it in, then headed out the door.<br \/>\n&#8220;I&#8217;ll take my last vacation day, that&#8217;s what I saved it for!&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Veer off, ya goddam lunatic!&#8221;, the base commander swore.<br \/>\n&#8220;That rock&#8217;ll smash a hole in us a mile wide or more!&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;Now don&#8217;t you worry&#8221;, Murphy said, &#8220;I&#8217;ve done this thing before.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s only 40 kilotons of high grade ore.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And then the fusion drive waxed bright, full thrust or maybe more.<br \/>\nThe tiny ship, it floated down; the rock, it towered o&#8217;er<br \/>\nStraining every rivet with a load like Atlas bore.<br \/>\nTo stop that 40 kilotons of high grade ore.<\/p>\n<p>The falling mountain slowed, then crawled, then gently kissed the floor.<br \/>\nThe fusion drive ran out of fuel in just a second more.<br \/>\nAnd as the engines died away, the scale of Smelter 4<br \/>\nWas reading 40 kilotons of high grade ore.<\/p>\n<p>A mob raced to the landing pit, there must have been a score<br \/>\nTo cheer the god, or curse the fool who&#8217;d shown them all death&#8217;s door.<br \/>\nThey found no man, they found no ship; an engine, little more<br \/>\nBeneath that 40 kilotons of high grade ore.<\/p>\n<p>The cold equations do not lie, nor cheat like some old whore.<br \/>\nHe knew them better than his wife (who&#8217;d left the year before).<br \/>\nMurphy didn&#8217;t have the fuel to make the dock secure<br \/>\nWhile pushing 40 kilotons of high grade ore.<\/p>\n<p>A fusion drive burns anything; that&#8217;s what we use &#8217;em for.<br \/>\nSo piece by piece, his ship he fed the grim reactor core.<br \/>\nAnd when it all was not enough, he entered through that door<br \/>\nTo stop his 40 kilotons of high grade ore.<\/p>\n<p>The assay team reported something odd about this ore.<br \/>\nThey saw where Murphy&#8217;d tried to cut; that hadn&#8217;t worked for sure.<br \/>\nThey tried to chisel, burn, and blast, and finally they tore<br \/>\nA bit off 40 kilotons of high grade ore.<\/p>\n<p>The chief assayer checked it out, and tallied up the score.<br \/>\nThe density was very high; few elements are more.<br \/>\nIts hue, its malleability; its carats &#8212; 24!<br \/>\nMy God, it&#8217;s 40 kilotons of pure gold ore!<\/p>\n<p>No one has yet discovered just where he found that ore.<br \/>\nBut Murphy&#8217;s gold put us in space; a million men and more.<br \/>\nThe future destiny of man, now it is secure.<br \/>\nThanks to a lonely miner and his load of high grade ore.<\/p>\n<p>Note this later appeared on <A HREF=\/stuff\/BelievingIsSeeing2022\/>Believing Is Seeing<\/A>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So, this track marks my first collaboration with the incredibly talented wordsmith Lee Hart (who some of you may know as the mastermind behind things like the 1802 Altoids tin computer and the Sunrise EV). 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