Old World

Sometimes you forget how good the good ol' stuff was:

The only place where you can dream, living here is not what it seems.
Ship of white light in the sky, nobody there to reason why.
Here I am, I'm not really there, smiling faces ever so rare.
A let's walk in deepest space, living here just isn't the place.

Stalks of light come from the ground, when I cry there isn't a sound.
All my feelings cannot be held, I'm happy in my new strange world.
Shades of green grasses twine, girls drinking plasma wine.
A look at love, a dream unfolds, living here, you'll never grow old.

Listen here

then listen to this

There's something very much in the spirit of the futuristic worlds conjured up by the best Science Fiction writers - philosophical debates of what it means to be human in a distant unfamiliar world is one way of summing it up...? There is pervading sense of loneliness through all of this work, and in the first song as well.

Which reminds me, I need to see Moon.