Coincidence: Today is the 50th anniversary of the first human space-flight. I mean, I planned it that way. I swear.
I would say about 50% of the Lips songs deal with some kind of cosmic ordeal, so I had a lot to choo, choo choose from here. At War With the Mystics I think is the most "spacey" of the albums though. Psychedelic, cosmic, funk-o-matic are all terms that fit this album to a tee. To a tea? To a T? I dont care.
"Vein of Stars" is a slower ponderous song about the cosmos, religion, the future and nothing. The concept of nothing anyway. "Who knows, maybe there isn't/ a vein of stars calling out my name." It kind of gives you a John Lennon "Imagine" vibe. With its orchestra swells, soft piano tinkling and acoustic backdrop, this is easily on of my favs.
Who knows?
Maybe there isn't a vein of stars calling out my name
No glow from above our heads
Nothing there to see you down on your knees
Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven
Off in the future, maybe there ain't no heaven
It's just you and me, and maybe it's just as well
And if there ain't no heaven, maybe there ain't no hell
Who knows?
Maybe there isn't a vein of stars calling out my name
Who knows?
Maybe there isn't a vein of stars calling out my name
Who knows?
(Calling out my name)
Who knows?
(Calling out my name)
Who knows?
(Calling out my name)
Who knows?
(Calling out my name)
Calling out my name
(Calling out my name)
Who knows?
(Calling out my name)
Who knows?
(Calling out my name)
Calling out my name
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