The Black Hit Of Space

Been out all night, I needed a bite,
I thought I'd put a record on
I reached for the one with the ultra-modern label,
And wondered where the light had gone
It had a futuristic cover, lifted straight from Buck Rogers
The record was so black it had to be a con
The autochanger switched as I filled my sandwich,
And futuristic sounds warbled off and on

The black hit of space
It's the one without a face
It's the one that doesn't fit
You can only see the flip
The black hit of space
Sucking in the human race
How can it stay at the top
When it's swallowed all the shops

As the song climbed the charts, the others disappeared
Til there was nothing but it left to buy
It got to number one, then into minus figures
Though nobody could understand why

The black hit of space
It's the one without a face
It's the one that doesn't fit
You can only see the flip
The black hit of space
Sucking in the human race
How can it stay at the top
When it's swallowed all the shops

I couldn't stand this bland sound anymore so I walked towards my deck to turn it off
All I could see was the b-side of the disc
Which had assumed a doughnut shape with the label on the outside rim
I reached for the arm which was less than one micron long
But weighed more than Saturn and time stood still
I knew I had to escape but every time I tried to flee, the record was in front of me

The black hit of space
Get James Burke on the case
It's the hit that's never gone
Time stops when you put it...

The Human League (The Black Hit Of Space, Travelogue)

People Make The World Go Round

Cruising down University to the sounds of the C2 Remix of Innerzone Orchestra's People Make The World Go Round, in the cool Autumn air of the early evening as the sun settles on the horizon. People everywhere, going about their business: walking the sidewalks and the crosswalks, driving through these city streets, humanity in motion. People make the world go round. Breakbeats roll out in cascading layers beneath the clipped sequences of pure machine soul.

Dusk descends and the Kenny Dixon, Jr. Remix begins to unfold, palm trees silhouetted against violet skies as Norma Jean Bell works her saxophone and Mr. Bubz Fiddler springs into action on bass. The sounds of Axelrod and Adderley flow like tributaries through the bedrock, a jazz mosaic set in stark relief against the geology of a place where the desert meets the sea.

In the words of Winston Zeddmore, I love this town!

The Flame

I'll remember being far from home
Talkin' on the telephone
You told me it's over, you made up your mind,
I'm part of the life that you're leaving behind

I'm left holding the torch
And the heat from the flame,
Only leaves me in pain
Don't you know how much it hurts,
You took all I had and you threw it away
I'm left holding the flame, yes I am
Holding the flame once again

No matter what you say, it hurts
You didn't have to make it worse
It would've been better had you told me yourself,
Instead that you left to somebody else

Maybe I can understand
You'd been staying with another man
Day isn't long, nights can be lonely
I wasn't there and you needed to hold me

I'm left holding the torch
And the heat from the flame,
Only leaves me in pain
Don't you know how much it hurts,
You took all I had and you threw it away
I'm left holding the flame, yes I am
Holding the flame once again

David Steele/Roland Gift (The Flame, Fine Young Cannibals - Their Finest)

Solar Systems

Solar systems coexisting with our own.
Fourteen planets making the solar system alone.
All the lifeforms and all the people making this planet a home.
I call it independent-interdependent relationship.

So while this is all there is,
there is no place left to go
in our lifetime.

Will the rockets find us another home in time?
Will the scientists find the way to report our damage done?
The politicians sounding like the lewis carrol poem,
and in this darkness i appreciate i'm not all alone.

So while this is all there is,
there is no place left to go
in our lifetime.

Now I'm gonna say what you really want to hear:
Let's have a good time!
Let's boogie...
and party
because...

So while this is all there is,
there is no place left to go
in our lifetime.

Annette Peacock (Solar Systems, A Perfect Release)

A Love From Outer Space

She loves me she loves me she loves me
A love from outer space
She loves me she loves me she loves me
A love from outer space
She loves me she loves me she loves me
A love from outer space
A love from outer space
It's true oh

I know where she's coming from
Space is where we both belong
Got to tell her in this song
This time nothing can go wrong

Take a ticket to ride this space express
Meet the girl in the star dress
A dress that I can never guess
I just can't wait for her caress
She comes from milky way
She came to earth for my birthday
We worked hard we nearly get to say hi

Shalalalalalala hoo

She loves me she loves me she loves me
A love from outer space

A.R. Kane (A Love From Outer Space, "I")

Sunrise

Sunrise
Surprise
Civilized Man
You were keeper to me
Now your animal is free
You're free to die
You're old and your hands are gray
You're old, go home and stay
We've all heard your dirty stories
Two thousand years
Two thousand years
Two thousand years
Of your Goddamned glory

Paul Kantner/Grace Slick (Sunrise, Blows Against The Empire)

Music Music

Over at Blissout, Simon Reynolds had been compiling a whole brace of songs about music (the joy of, etc.) over the last month or so. I kept expecting this one to crop up from some quarter, but it never did and I'd thought everyone had moved onto other things. The moment had passed...

Well, we haven't and it hasn't, so consider this the Parallax entry in the canon. Gary Bartz says it better than most, and it just so happens that Music Is My Sanctuary too.