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This record concerns: Operation Paperclip (post–World War II) - a U.S. intelligence program that recruited and relocated German scientists, engineers, and specialists into American programs, including rocket development… even as many were tied to the machinery of the Third Reich.

From Dora’s underground tunnels to Huntsville’s quiet hills, the future was built with stolen labor, erased records, and moral silence.

Light the fireplace.
Pour your whiskey.
Put on headphones.

The truth doesn’t shout… it whispers in redacted folders and cold starlight.

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This audio is artistic storytelling based on publicly documented historical records.

⚫ The record remains.
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(Verse 1) The eagle and the cross Are shaking hands tonight To count the heavy loss Beneath the hangar light. [Vocal Note: Piercing, operatic delivery] The folders on the desk With shadows in the grain The truth is grotesque And hidden in the rain.

(Verse 2) They took the blackest suit And washed the fabric clean To harvest all the fruit Of the killing machine. A paperclip is pinned Upon the guilty file The ghosts are in the wind Behind a hollow smile.

(Chorus) Oh, look up to the stars! Beyond the desert heat They’ve hidden all the scars Inside a cold deceit! The rocket’s silver glow Is fueled by heavy shame And everything we know Is built upon a name!

(Verse 3) From Dora’s mountain caves To Huntsville’s quiet hills Above the shallow graves The engineering thrills. They traded every crime For secrets of the sky And bought a little time By letting justice die.

(Verse 4) The chemist and the man Who built the V-2 fire Are part of every plan Behind the copper wire. The record is a ghost The ink is freshly dry Who matters now the most? The truth or how we fly?

(Bridge) Wash the hands in white. Bury all the black. Moving toward the light. Never looking back.

(Final Chorus) Oh, look up to the stars! Beyond the desert heat They’ve hidden all the scars Inside a cold deceit! The rocket’s silver glow Is fueled by heavy shame And everything we know Is built upon a name!

(Outro) The past is out of sight. The stars are burning cold. In the middle of the night... The lie is told.