BTT2 Blues

339 Motor Stall

Verse 1

Out on the Edison, early morning gray,

BTT Two decided it was done for the day.

Six twenty-nine EST, she dropped right off the line,

PMS said five twenty-nine, but we knew the time.

TCS was flashing, “General Fault” on the screen,

Chief said, “Reset it boys, we’ve seen this routine.”

Drive came back ready, cleared like before,

But the question still echoed through the engine room door.

Chorus

Three-three-nine, motor stall,

BTT Two took a little fall.

Reference climbing, feedback gone,

One-sixty-four but she wouldn’t run on.

Possum said, “Chief, send me it all,

Was it three-three-nine motor stall?”

Verse 2

Trend lines dancing on a gray PMS,

Green and white traces trying to confess.

Speed ref steady, feedback minus two,

Everybody staring like, “What’d you do?”

DC link sitting at ten-ninety-nine,

Sixty hertz supply looking steady on the line.

Torque showed numbers, but the wheel had no song,

Something in the drive said, “Nope, I’m gone.”

Chorus

Three-three-nine, motor stall,

BTT Two took a little fall.

Reference climbing, feedback gone,

One-sixty-four but she wouldn’t run on.

Possum said, “Chief, send me it all,

Was it three-three-nine motor stall?”

Verse 3

Capt. Taylor’s copied, Possum’s on the chain,

“Pull out the percent, show RPM plain.”

Warning log answered what we already knew,

Run interlock unhealthy came walking through.

Seven twenty-nine, then seven thirty-one,

BTT Two said, “I ain’t having fun.”

Reset and ready, green lights came back,

But Shane’s still watching every trend on the track.

Bridge

Not the DG alarm, not the bus reserve cry,

This one’s local where the VFD lies.

Fault log talking, history on the wall,

Everybody knows that number now —

Breakdown

Three… three… nine…

Motor stall on the line.

Three… three… nine…

Reference good, feedback blind.

Final Chorus

Three-three-nine, motor stall,

BTT Two took a little fall.

Reference climbing, feedback gone,

One-sixty-four but she wouldn’t run on.

Possum said, “Chief, send me it all,

Was it three-three-nine motor stall?”

Outro

So we’ll trend it again if she drops once more,

Log every fault from the drive room door.

Out on the Edison, we answer the call,

Singing three-three-nine motor stall.