arturo huerta and henry marshmallow

from REDEMPTION ARC by the garages

track by Ethan Geller (feat. Jennface) (revolveroscelot.bandcamp.com)

You want it I’ve got it 
Arturo in the pocket 
Batter’s worst nightmare 

Arturo, Arturo, Arturo, 
Chant my name though I might not be there 

Can’t see me, Can’t hear me, just a vague feeling 
Coming from the pitching square 

It’s Arturo, Arturo, Huertas 
Arturo, Arturo, Huertas 

We don’t have to play these games 
You won’t know who threw the ball til the ball is through the strike frame 

Swing batter, swing batter, swing I dare you 
You will never hit this fastball 

It looks easy 
Pitching a strike 
And then pitching a strike 
And then pitching again 

But you believe me 
I worked hard 
Shaping these marshmallow 
Muscles into a real 
Killing machine 
Have you seen die hard? 
I’m like the blaseball John McClane 
Til I’m dead, throwing curveballs cross the Astral Plane 
Yippie Kie Yay 

I seem scary 
But I’ve got a soft side 
A Marshmallow heart 
Made of sugary gold 
For my teammates I’m 

Willing to 
Throw both these gelatin 
Hands, mess with them, you will 
Get knocked out cold 
Don’t you forget 

The name’s Henry Marshmallow 
The most beautiful man with a saccharine soul 
Don’t you ever forget 
The name’s Henry Marshmallow 
A true champion, with a hardened sugar mold 

It’s Henry Marshmallow, the world’s greatest pitcher in all of blaseball!
It’s Henry Marshmallow, the world’s greatest pitcher in all of blaseball!

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La la la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la la la la. 

These hands could 
Deliver baseballs 
To thousands of catchers 
And never meet a bat 
That’s a new poem 
I just wrote 
It’s about pitching 
I’m so good at pitching 
I’m the MVM… 
MOST VALUABLE 

MARSHMALLOW MAN IN THE LEAGUE! 
Plus some humans think I’m a deity 
Who am I to argue? 
I think that I’m pretty rare. 
I’m a sentient marshmallow with perfect hair 
Here’s my song again 

It’s Henry Marshmallow, the world’s greatest pitcher in all of blaseball!
It’s Henry Marshmallow, the world’s greatest pitcher in all of blaseball!

La la la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la la la la. 
La la la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la la la la. 
La la la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la la la la. 
La la la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la la la la. 

One two three four! 

Thank you, thank you! Thanks to my backing band the mini marshmallows! They’re unionized now, I hate it! You might not know me, but my name is Henry Marshmallow, pitcher for the Seattle Garages, established baritone, aspiring tenor, but most of all, an INCREDIBLE athlete. And I always have been, though I have to tell you I used to be made fun of all the time for my marshmallow condition- I’m a marshmallow, in case you didn’t know. Actually in the minor leagues, I’d get heckled from the stands, like “HEY MARSHMALLOW MAN! WERE GONNA ROAST YOU! WERE GONNA MAKE YOU INTO A SMORE!” And eventually I had it up to here and yelled back “YOU KNOW WHAT, DUDE I DARE YOU. IF YOU TRIED TO MAKE ME A SMORE AND EAT ME, YOUR BODY WOULD NEED TO BE, LIKE, 20% INSULIN! SO YOU CAN TRY AND MAKE ME A SMORE BUT IM GONNA LIKE WRECK YOUR PANCREAS IF YOU DO!” So then they’d be pretty quiet- just a sec, my publicist wants to talk... Okay, good news, I have decided to apologize, and I’m going to make a large donation to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation. Shout out to everyone with Type one diabetes- Nick Jonas, Ethan Geller, Justice Sonia Sotomayor, all champions in my opinion. 

Ok I have one more thing to say actually- if it was me at the end of Ghostbusters instead of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man I would’ve won. Bill Murray would be like “ah man we were gonna ghostbust you but you’re like really chill! Do you want to make more movies with me?” Then I would’ve been a movie star, maybe even become president- then Reagan would’ve only had one term, Iran Contra wouldn’t have happened, I would defund the CIA, the entire geopolitical landscape would be- OK, my publicist is now telling me I REALLY need to stop talking, thank you all, I’m Henry Marshmallow, good night, and GO GARAGES! PARK IT! Yeah, how was that?