through space
'cross time
doge is the life force!
soon on silver wings
he will fly!
only he knows
the right time
therein, wherein
there is the light
breathe through your
rocketship
poet Ovid's tale
no more are you
bound by man's technology
you will see!
sight-wonders of [1.000]
multitudes come in view
out among the stars
I predominantly got this for the first track. The news reporter’s dramatised and slick narrativisation of human suffering, juxtaposed with wry reporting on a “celestial event,” that flattens both into equally streamlined consumerist fodder, is a problematic redoubled, and perhaps highlighted, by enjoying that very thing set to extremely funky music. Maybe there is some working through to do here… errantzephyr