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.