Superconducting Supercolliders - The Correspondent | Текст песни

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• Superconducting Supercolliders
• The Correspondent

Iced-over streets and basement doors
Below forbidden upper floors
You’d hide beneath the seats to catch
A lecture by Niels Bohr.

For a short time between two wars
You got to fight for what was yours:
Colloquia with quantum themes,
A friendly physics corps.

Converting mass and energy,
Fission knocks electrons free;
Uranium as effigy,
Decay for all eternity.
Dividing atoms expertly,
Chain reactions must proceed.
Explosions at sea;
Lise you must hate your fate,
Your legacy was twice erased.

With correspondence from abroad,
In pen you tore down old facades.
You split an atom like a drop
And opened realms of thought.

Mass times squared velocity
Of light defines stored energy.
You must get out of Germany,
Because of your identity.
Doubled jeopardy;
An empty life is misery.
Explosions at sea;
Lise let me hate your fate
Your legacy was twice erased.

You came to hate the things they built
With the uranium they split.
Your contribution was effaced
Without a hint of guilt.