Jueves 11 Oct 2007, 13:44
I take Matt Bellamy saw Budapest Arena and smiled. Finally, a flying saucer fit for an intergalactic warrior. Too bad the aliens failed to properly populate it. There are dark corners of the universe where bliss is hard to be found. Astronomers named them black holes and everybody who has the slightest knowledge of physics or Star Trek knows they are to be feared and avoided. Matt Bellamy smiles again. He knows so much more about black holes than we mere mortals do. He knows how to make them supermassive.
He said let there be light in this hole draped in black curtains. And there was. He said let us take a bow in front of forces higher than us. And we did. He said let us spread hysteria into world and let us shake up even the last row of people in this goddamn hole. And they did. He made his map of the problematique. Now, they might be few, but they are righteous.Let us give them butterflies and hurricanes, and then sing a song about them, about their own private black hole and the way it is supermassive.
All aliens, even the least worthy one, were feeling good. And then came the apocalypse. Those walls knew, that no matter how many souls might have inhabited them before, they never ever rocked so hard. And the 4000 brave warriors deserved a song just for them, a soldier's poem. They all felt invincible, and starlight invaded their black souls. But by now they knew time was running out, that this moment of intense life will end, and they will go out into the world with the eyes of a newborn. They felt as if they were taken prisoners by music coming from other spheres of existence- but stockholm syndrome never felt so good before.
Then darkness came again, and the aliens were afraid to go back into the cruel night. But Matt knew it was too soon to leave them- they got plugged in again to the universal vibration. They became the knights of cydonia and learned how to fight for their rights. Their right to listen to starfleet commander Bellamy take them into another galaxy.
And although Matt did not sing explicitly for their absolution, and many were so saddened by this, in the end they knew that in some ways they were all absolved. Even those who stayed away. They were all connected to something good, some higher power and together they were invincible.