The Flaming Lips
Flowers of Neptune 6 [Official Music Video]

Since Debaser, thanks to the significant contribution of some chosen ones of which I am honored to be a part, is again in one of those creative and wonderful periods where it can't be entirely defined as a serious place to write, today I take the pleasure, after sixteen years of honorable presence on the site (exactly one week from now), of dedicating an entire review to a single song, not only that, even to the last track (and thus logically unknown to most) of a band that's not exactly mainstream (in Italy) like the Flaming Lips.

Last night, during some moments of wakefulness, there was a song spinning in my head, I think it was this one...

I realized that if I don't want this to happen again tonight, I need to get rid of it.

Why has this song struck me so much to the point of disturbing my nights?

After all, it doesn't have anything particularly original.

A bridge between the September-like atmospheres of the last Beach Boys and the early Pink Floyd post-Barrett.

Sure, the Flaming Lips melancholy is a trademark.

And then there's this video by the trusty George Salisbury, senseless as usual, or maybe not, perhaps referencing the Covid-19 period and the scorched earth the virus is causing (also) in the United States.

The night fire with its charm and reflections that recall completely different kind of bonfires, from times gone by.

But damn, we're barely (almost) in June, summer hasn't started yet, and I already miss it?

That's not how you think about the future.

There's no point in eagerly awaiting the summer, outside, if autumn is already inside us.

It's time to stop, and let's not pretend otherwise.

Nothing, four years ago today, actually yesterday, a little after midnight, my father died, I just wanted to say this.

And so let's open all the windows and let the sun in while we have it in front of us and not behind, for those who love it, and for those who don't, like me.

Because that's all life is.

And let's have sweet dreams.