The Flaming Lips
The Dark Side of the Moon

This time they've done it big.

I thought I left them on Mars, but they were there, on the moon. On the other side, where we couldn't see them.
Coughs and reverberations. Riffs and noise distortions.

This time I've done it big.
I feel guilty, damn it.
Caught red-handed, fingers in the chocolate, I listen to this new dark side. The third side. The third dimension.
Sacrilege, damnation. Sacrilege.
May God forgive you.
May he forgive us all. Because sinning has never been so sweet.
But don't tell Guilmour, don't tell him, please.
He will hardly be able to forgive us.
You will hardly still have the courage to say that you remained purists.
The age of innocence ends here.
Never tell them. Pink and Floyd. Two great gigs in the sky.

"Music has ended every time someone killed it, and every time, for this, it was reborn. It ended when John Cage had his silence performed, and at the same time rock 'n' roll was born. It ended when John Coltrane died, and Jimi Hendrix recorded his first album. Today no one challenges it anymore, nothing marks its end, and perhaps that's why music is truly dead. "

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