The Flaming Lips - The Soft Bulletin
(Released 1999)
A shiver, picked me up and grabbed me by the back of the neck.
I don't know where I am or where I'm going, but I like it.
You're moving faster now, careening of the rails but somehow you stay on board. You see nothing now.
But then a light.
A pulsing heartbeat and a deep piano sound.
"Look into space, it surrounds you!", exclaims Wayne, from somewhere within this blinding whiteness.
The pulsing beat is building now, and the light doesn't fade, only flickers like a hot flame. Synthesized strings gambol on around a distant piano. Lost voices cry out, but to whom? Not you, I hope. Anyone but you.
As soon as it arrived, the light is gone. Vanquished, maybe, but only for now.
Superman has lifted up the sun, and everything is at peace now, for now.
This is the amazing thing about the Soft Bulletin. Reveling in the infinite beauty found in the simplest, most miniscule aspects of life. Spiders bite. Bugs fly in the air. Relative weights; for an ant, a spoonful weighs a ton. That's mind expanding, man!
I guess it's only fitting that the band who wrote Jesus Shootin' Heroin years earlier would attain pop perfection, a phrase so overused that it has nearly lost its meaning.
Oh the irony.
Doesn't matter.