The sky is full of hardware, it's shot up ev'ry day,
As trocats and Astrodogs are flying ev'ry which way;
Now there's astro telephones and other astro junk,
So Nellie Jones can telephone her cousin in Podunk.
Computer minded brass hats are running here and yon,
They've blown up the Pacific and now they want the moon.
They've muckied up the atmosphere till you can't breathe the air
And now they're knocking holes in the super-stratosphere.
Leave my Van Allen Belt alone, leave my Van Allen Belt alone;
You're messing up the lovely world that is man's natural home,
You're putting radiation into ev'ry tree and stone,
Go see if you can find your way back to the Pentagon
And leave my Van Allen Belt alone.
They say that this Van Allen Belt is quite a noble span;
Been holding back the cosmic rays since time itself began;
A belt of gleaming superforce around the world in space
And that's a structure even Doctor Teller can't replace.
The military tinkers want to shoot it full of holes
Though they have no idea what that will do to human souls.
Astronomers cry "Stop it!" geneticists cry "Wait"
But when we hear the countdown it's going to be too late.
Leave my Van Allen Belt alone, leave my Van Allen Belt alone;
You're messing up the lovely world that is man's natural home,
You're putting radiation into ev'ry tree and stone,
Go see if you can find your way back to the Pentagon
And leave my Van Allen Belt alone.
Those military fellows have invaded every zone
There's not a corner of our lives that we can call our own.
They've set their stamp on Congress till it doesn't dare to blat
And every college president has gold braid on his hat.
The newspapers and radio obey those sharp commands,
The military elbows in on distant foreign lands
They're shooting hunks of U.S. steel to many a far off star
But now with my Van Allen Belt they've really gone too far.
As trocats and Astrodogs are flying ev'ry which way;
Now there's astro telephones and other astro junk,
So Nellie Jones can telephone her cousin in Podunk.
Computer minded brass hats are running here and yon,
They've blown up the Pacific and now they want the moon.
They've muckied up the atmosphere till you can't breathe the air
And now they're knocking holes in the super-stratosphere.
Leave my Van Allen Belt alone, leave my Van Allen Belt alone;
You're messing up the lovely world that is man's natural home,
You're putting radiation into ev'ry tree and stone,
Go see if you can find your way back to the Pentagon
And leave my Van Allen Belt alone.
They say that this Van Allen Belt is quite a noble span;
Been holding back the cosmic rays since time itself began;
A belt of gleaming superforce around the world in space
And that's a structure even Doctor Teller can't replace.
The military tinkers want to shoot it full of holes
Though they have no idea what that will do to human souls.
Astronomers cry "Stop it!" geneticists cry "Wait"
But when we hear the countdown it's going to be too late.
Leave my Van Allen Belt alone, leave my Van Allen Belt alone;
You're messing up the lovely world that is man's natural home,
You're putting radiation into ev'ry tree and stone,
Go see if you can find your way back to the Pentagon
And leave my Van Allen Belt alone.
Those military fellows have invaded every zone
There's not a corner of our lives that we can call our own.
They've set their stamp on Congress till it doesn't dare to blat
And every college president has gold braid on his hat.
The newspapers and radio obey those sharp commands,
The military elbows in on distant foreign lands
They're shooting hunks of U.S. steel to many a far off star
But now with my Van Allen Belt they've really gone too far.
Contributed by Alessandro - 2009/6/11 - 12:17
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Testo trovato su Broadside Magazine n.6 del 1962.
Le “fasce di Van Allen” sono due enormi masse di particelle cariche che circondano il nostro pianeta, trattenute dal campo magnetico terrestre. I campi energetici generati da queste masse costituiscono un pericolo per i satelliti perché possono danneggiarne i pannelli solari, i circuiti integrati e i sensori. Oggi si pensa ad una soluzione del problema attraverso il dislocamento di “trappole” elettrostatiche per imprigionare gli elettroni che compongono queste masse e renderle così inoffensive… Ma tra la fine degli anni ’50 e l’inizio dei ‘60, in piena Guerra Fredda e relativa escalation atomica, e quando nemmeno si conosceva bene (anche se Hiroshima e Nagasaki la lasciavano chiaramente intuire) la pericolosità delle radiazioni nucleari sul medio e lungo periodo, gli scienziati militari di USA e URSS – assassini irresponsabili testediminkia - fecero a gara a chi riuscisse ad effettuare il maggior numero di esplosioni atomiche ad alta quota, ufficialmente per distruggere le fantomatiche “fasce di Van Allen”, in realtà solo per mostrarsi reciprocamente i muscoli… “Vinsero” gli USA 14 a 7. Il più famoso di questi esperimenti del cazzo venne battezzato “Starfish Prime” e fu condotto dagli americani: il 9 luglio 1962 un razzo contenente un ordigno da 1.4 megatoni fu lanciato e fatto esplodere a 400 km di quota sopra le Hawaii… Non paghi, gli scienziati della morte americani e sovietici continuarono con le esplosioni: alla fine dell’assurdo confronto “vinsero” gli USA per 1.054 a 715.
(fonte: en.wikipedia)