Magnetic Waves (WBR 17) by Philip Lynch
"Astronomers using radio telescopes from around the world have discovered a spinning neutron star with a superpowerful magnetic field -- called a magnetar -- doing things no magnetar has been seen to do before. The strange behavior has forced them to scrap previous theories about radio pulsars and promises to give new insights on the physics behind these extreme objects." -- universetoday.com
I read something about neutron stars and magnetic waves, and began to wonder about the bizarre occurrence (maybe merely coincidental) of my friends experiencing bad days or weird days separately but concurrently. People travel in orbits -- circles of family, circles of co-workers, circles of friends -- sometimes intersecting and overlapping and sometimes never meeting. But even if my orbits never cross, can I be a conduit of weird synchronicity between strangers? I don't believe in auras or anything but I do believe that there are chemical occurrences between people. What if the universe was simply one body reacting to another? What draws us together? What separates us? Why do friends of friends experience such similar days?
In the realm of attraction and repulsion what separates humans often is prejudice. In the cosmos there's gravity, distance, and violent change like stars going supernova. In writing this tune I wanted to capture a supernova in a mere observance. I wanted to connect the enormity of the night sky to inconsequential moments here on earth. I don't think I was successful but I dig dreaming big.
Some other things from the song: In New York City and probably a lot of cities, there are sneakers or shoes hanging from telephone wires. What is this athletic custom of shoe disposal? Superstition? Good luck? Were they tossed up there by some bully jerk? A sign that a dealer would roll by if you stuck around? The wires carry their private electric communications, and the shoes are sending signals too.
Fireflies were (and probably still are) magical to me. At a certain age anything with "fire" in it held a special place in my heart. Stars are suns, fires in the sky, and fireflies were small floating stars at the edge of the woods towards the end of summer. Then there are the stars you see when hit hard in the face by a baseball or a punch -- weird little lights before the recognition of the hurt. Maybe they're like magnetars, spinning wildly, spitting radio waves: more strange fires, filling some pause for recognition in the universe.
The grand history in the sky shows up our time on Earth. Time is short, not to the universe, but between people. In the end, this is how I tried to express it:
Magnetic waves today, some pull some push away
All my friends seem to know something is wrong and the only point of reference I have is the moon.
Shoes on the wire, secret signs like an abandoned look in a broken-down car
Seats more cracked than any smile I've ever known
And a pull of whiskey will never dampen her glow.
Still all my friends seem to know something is wrong and the only point of reference I have is you.
Fireflies are rising like bubbles in wine,
Like the stars in your head
When you've been punched in the face,
Electric signs flow on the swell of a wave
In the crest of the night.
Magnetic waves today, some drag some fade away.
From a fossil to a neutron star -- dead light to the afterglow
Don't get swept away in the undertow.
Magnetic Waves (WBR 17)
Magnetic Waves (WBR 17) by Philip Lynch is licensed under a Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.