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I was wondering if my guardian angel was going to kill me. We are approaching a new star. The pilot was heavily drunk and so we had to fasten our seat belts during the whole flight. But the company said that he was the only pilot mad enough to take us to our destination.

Famous Last Words

The code that is supposed to free me is bringing me down. I’m OK with a little pain but those guys were lost in a dream. And they went too far. When politics mingle with geopolitics, it can get awfully hard to sort things out.

Twice my judgement was good, but now my identity is very complex. If you think too hard about something, first make sure that you have the fundamentals. Like human rights or drinkable water.

The sweet intoxication of this love is very complex: improbable is always sure and when I find the reason, I can’t get used to it. Those guys were easy lovers: their ghetto was bills to pay and insults by their wives, ignoring oceanic feelings and humanity first.

The Crystal Ship

“Starlight” is a song by English alternative rock band Muse from their fourth studio album Black Holes and Revelations (2006). The song peaked at number 13 on the UK Singles Chart. The song was first played live during the Radio 1’s Big Weekend festival in summer 2006. It was written by Muse lead vocalist Matt Bellamy and produced by Rich Costey.

Naysayers listen up: Muse refuses to be the “next” Radiohead. Since forming in 1997, the alternative rock trio has continuously battled comparisons to the famed Oxford group while ambitiously creating a sound of its own, mixing elements of glam, pop, and symphonic music into a rock hybrid.

Though frequently compared to Queen’s Freddie Mercury and Thom Yorke, Bellamy comes into his own as a vocalist here. He, drummer Dominic Howard, and bassist Chris Wolstenholme pull equal weight throughout, and Muse sounds like a complete band on Black Holes and Revelations.

The sultry, swaggering “Supermassive Black Hole” are prime examples of how adamant Muse is about delivering the biggest rock & roll package possible, while “Starlight” proves they write a radio-worthy anthem without jeopardizing their own ethics. Bellamy commented that he first wrote the song on a boat in bad weather. Bassist Chris Wolstenholme commented that it is “a love song about missing someone, friends, family, someone you love”.

Wolstenholme described “Starlight” as the hardest song on the album to record, stating it “was one of the songs we went around in circles with, and we recorded maybe six or seven different versions of it.” Muse worked with Paul Minor on Starlight’s music video, which was filmed in Los Angeles. In the video, the band perform on the deck of the MS Ocean Chie, a handysize bulk carrier.

Band members are also carrying flares, in an attempt to get rescued, but in the end this fails and they are abandoned. This relates to the song’s lyrics, which mentions ships and abandonment.

Bellamy stated in an interview with The Sunday Mail that the band wanted to “create the idea of a band lost at sea because we see ourselves as being outside what’s happening in the music scene.” He also told the interviewer, Billy Sloan, that “it was an epic feeling playing on a huge platform with the sea all around us.” 

The song received overall positive reviews. MusicOMH stated that the song was “a track perfectly at home on drivetime radio” while saying it “showcases another side to the band’s music and their staggering breadth of appeal.”

Across 110th Street

Anyway, it’s always a small group of people that ruin humanity: stupid selfish bankers, crazy old neighbours and curvature of spacetime. Wait, the latter is not a social group. What I meant was ingrate spotty teenagers. The danger is sociology is that, with time, deviant people can become the norm.

What they did was not really alright, but if a dictator is able to give them the money they need, and by that I mean simplicity, abstraction and a mean to communicate, maybe it can be dignified. I’m going to talk about cancer (perhaps): it seems sharks do not have cancer. I jumped like a fish when I read that. When I find the reason, I can’t get used to it: scarred for life, will we ever talk about compensation?

When I want to be human again, I go to the hospital: a strip club. Some will say that you might dignify that also. All is fair in war and maybe there are no rules?

The first rule is information and that’s why I’m trying to understand the chemical weapon effect on my manhood. But I think Michels is right on that one: meditation is good but the first steps are action and feelings (a process psychologist call do-feel-think).

I got troubles on my own and I wonder who will help me out. I have as much rest as a caricature: capitalism is evil, Lebanon can’t remain a neutral country. They said the Mediterranean diet is very good for the heart, except when your neighbours are nazis, like Israel and Syria. They give spacetime and its curvature a bad name!

Tie Your Mother Down

Barack Obama came and said: “No you can’t can’t”. Whatever the reason for your hatred, you are guilty of crime against humanity. And if you get caught, you will face psychoanalysis for a long time. Jealous minds always try to tell you all that they see: they are cynical and always in a sense of urgency as if they were a dictator.

When you think about the reasons that humanity is still under shock from WW2, I think simplification will be key. And I have the secret recipe for simplifying WW2, but I wonder how much money I will earn with that. I’m a vigilante but I still wonder who did that to me. How long before I can talk to the boss?

Messed up and abused, I’m thinking that little pain was absolutely disgusting and a crime against humanity. Make no mistake: my cancer is so serious that I started thinking that some sect gurus had good ideas, like an end to war and sports only to battle each other nation. 

Thanks to Michels, suddenly, I will get healthy in a very small amount of time. My mother will be able to leave that house that she feels like holding onto just because some people were jealous. And that was the “casus belli”: this house was a home and it was violated as if we were in Beirut during the Civil War.

Protect Ya Neck

I feel like a natural human, I mean robot. And that must be why my heart keeps me well informed: the code was very clear. The superb is programmed because of impressions before your first real memories (between 5 and 8 years old).

No need to worry and get all uptight, because someone’s been drinking wine while I was coughing. Is that a “casus belli”? I never wanted to be the boss and take my boss’ job. But if I feel that he’s driving us towards a tree and that we will all end up in a bottomless pit, I will take away his driving license and report him to authorities.

I guess the district where I grew up was not that awful; it’s just that I was lost in a dream and I went too far. For an unknown reason, I have troubles waking up. Like those guys that lost everything.

Their credibility is nearly subzero and that mortal combat was dignified then. Again, Barack Obama came and said: no you can’t can’t. Whatever the reason, this is a crime against humanity. One can meditate on chemical weapons but, in case you have a problem, the angle should be the heart (dedicated to all security officers).

Tainted Love

I’m walking a fine line between errors and horrors. I’m proud to be a slave, like everybody. It’s just that my master has decided to go into a parallel universe and head for the nearest tree to crash the car: laundering and corruption. Don’t get me wrong, I love everybody; but if I don’t do it for love then I will do it for money (or spite and necessity).

Seduction is a vast subject but someone once said that it was suspicion: it is confirmed. It’s been more than one year that my heart is trying to make sense of that tainted love: vitamin A, aka isotretinoin. What am I gonna do when I become completely healthy? I’ve done it before.

I have a project for humanity, like John Lennon: imagine a world without a state of urgency or desperation, without strange games and funky things, with prevention rather than healing. People who worked in high pressure environment suffer from exercise intolerance. Now’s the time to start motivational speeches and set goals.

Imagine a world where education would tear down borders and we would all meet people from a different background without prejudice. When I was a child, I found that one of my classmate had an awful smell. I think it came from the feet.

With time, I think I lost that sense: the smell is so bad that I decided I didn’t need that sense. Stevie Wonder is blind and I gave up smell and taste. They wanted me to be Jesus, they’ll go down on one knee. But now I want my money back and I’m denied because, as everyone can see, because my brain is fried from the sack.

Cotton Eye Joe

Goodbye country, hello nightclub. At least, that’s what we’re all waiting for. As I look back on teenage years, one thing I recall: maybe it’s a bit early don’t you think? The conclusion was very clear: maybe it’s a bit late now?

We’re heading for disasters because we mistake signs and symptoms: little bug, do you hear me? Stockholm syndrome at work: If I had a heart, I guess I would try to honour a friend. Someone who left too early; someone who died in motorcycle accident.

Listen to good music, it can save lives. And it will also prevent you from taking a plane and crashing it into a building. I promise I will try not to fade away and control that fire who allowed humanity to evolve into modern society. Please don’t tell me you lost your faith in science and progress!

The destination was a fine line between work and life. No doubt those travels generate a complex identity. Life is a very vast subject and now I’m stuck, as in writer’s block (the condition of being unable to think of what to write or how to proceed with writing).

I’m like a butterfly, caught in a small breeze: 20 million people dead. If the driver is good, then everybody is safe. The one who is going to drive now is: everything but Baghdad, opening a range of possibilities. What is your destination? Mine is subzero gravity.

If you liked that post or more generally my blog, don’t forget to go to my about page for details on “like, share, comment and donate”. In other words, this sounds serious and I might give up before being seriously injured by sailing into the mystic.

Far away
This ship has taken me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die

Starlight
I will be chasing a starlight
Until the end of my life
I don’t know if it’s worth it anymore

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold
You in my arms

My life
You electrify my life
Let’s conspire to ignite
All the souls that would die just to feel alive

I’ll never let you go
If you promise not to fade away
Never fade away

Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold
You in my arms

Far away
This ship has taken me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die

I’ll never let you go
If you promise not to fade away
Never fade away

Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold
You in my arms
I just wanted to hold

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Written by na1man

I've been listening to music for more than 20 years, trying to get a message in each of the 5000 songs I listened to. I'm interested in all topics (sports, art, science, philosophy, health, travel). I connect the dots with contemporary music. This blog will be the result of more than 20 years of work on humanity (ripples in the curvature of spacetime).

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