The Black Hole of Point Sturt" is the tale of the most infamous sailing race victory of the miniature schooner Flying Tadpole II 25 years ago, forever earning her the enmity of the fibreglass sailboat owners of the Murray Lakes. You can find the full story (illustrated) at http://www.ace.net.au/schooner/blakhole.htm It's true, all of it. Well, almost all.
Again featuring my home-made $1.36 PVC electrical conduit whistle in low G. THis song needs to be faster. I think. Comments?
THE BLACK HOLE OF POINT STURT (Part 4) Lyrics Copyright © 2000-2021 TJ Fatchen Music Copyright 2021 TJ Fatchen All Rights Reserved APRA-AMCOS
In which the spell work’d on the race fleet rises to its brutal conclusion
The soft north-easter slips away
To sleep, despite the racers’ pleading.
At Point Sturt, all motion dies,
A deathly stillness round it lies;
The only sounds, the race fleet’s sighs,
And drips from pummelled fists a-bleeding.
The noonday summer sun beats down
On fibreglass osmosing, crumbling.
Bendy masts all come astray,
Poaching crewmen welts display
As mozzies gladly come, and stay
To partake of the hot-shots’ humbling.
The sunblock’s slapped on by the ton
To meet the prophecy
That slimy things with legs would walk
Upon the slimy sea.
But to their boats they stick, and stick,
Their boats stick through and through
A mirrored sheet of aspic brown,
A curdling lake of glue.
Oh, "water, water everywhere
Nor any drop to drink".
(This is, of course, Lake Alex,
The Murray’s kitchen sink,
Where each glass, drunk, gives one a meal
Of cotton pesticide,
Of citrus mould and vintage must
And dairy cattle hide,
Of rice farms, hemp crops, flyblown sheep,
And blue-green algal mire,
With half a pound of salt to boot,
To pickle you entire.)
It’s there they sit, and sit, and sit,
And sit, the long noonday
And still stay sitting, as the sun
Wends westering its way.
And all the while, back down the river,
Creeping past the rocky shore,
Through the boxthorn fringes hacking,
Out of little baylets backing,
The tail-end, ne’er-say-die flotilla
Comes, with Tadpole to the fore.