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Rating: There is always a bit of anxiety when you buy, download, and then prepare to listen to an album for the first time. Many of us hope to find the album of our lives, just like when you're about to go on a first date. There is curiosity. There is a desire to play. There is a desire to delude oneself. Above all, there is hope to find what you don't even know you're looking for: the woman of your life, the man of your life, the album of your life. To be able to reach that thing and then stop searching, because that will be enough, just that and nothing else.
Then comes the moment: you find yourself facing that situation, that feeling you had imagined, desired. You start paying attention, you concentrate, try to understand. You listen. You like it. From then on, you start consuming it, as you're used to, you go all the way and drink all that pleasure that thing gives you. And you hope, while you drink, that it never ends. Never ends, that it always remains beautiful, like the first time, that it always makes you tremble. That deep emotion like the deep affection you have for an object, a person, always associating it with beautiful things. Maybe even with bad things that still make you feel alive and give you the chance to look at yourself from above as if leaning out the window of your house and seeing yourself passing on the street below.
Sorry for the somewhat long digression, but there are albums, like this one, that totally involve the reviewer. Certain albums that, helped by various situations in life, envelop you, brush against your soul, pass through you. Marking you.
When you can't technically explain why the piano in "Up above The Daily Hum" takes you where it decides.
When you can't technically explain why the guitar and the sampled applause in "In the Morning Magician" make you feel so inside that it almost scares you.
When you can't technically explain why "It's summertime" makes you perceive the strong smell of sand on a beach drenched by August rain.
When you can't technically explain why Wayne Coyne's voice sounds like that of your favorite uncle, a distant parent, a close friend.
When you can't technically explain why the lyrics of "Do you realize" go like this:
Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize - we're floating in space -
Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cry
Do You Realize - that everyone you know someday will die
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 Do You Realize?? (03:36)
Do you realize
That you have the most beautiful face?
Do you realize
We're floating in space?
Do you realize
That happiness makes you cry?
Do you realize
That everyone you know someday will die?
And instead of saying all of your good-byes
Let them know you realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do you realize?
Do you realize
That everyone you know someday will die?
And instead of saying all of your good-byes
Let them know you realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do you realize
That you have the most beautiful face?
Do you realize?
02 Are You a Hypnotist?? (04:47)
I had forgiven you for tricking me again.
But I have been tricked again into forgiving you.
What is this?
Are you some kind of hypnotist?
Waving your powers around.
The sun eclipse behind the cloud.
I thought I recognized your face amongst all of those strangers.
But I am stranger now amongst all of the recognized.
What is this?
Are you some kind of hypnotist?
Waving your powers around.
The sun eclipse behind the cloud.
10 Ego Tripping at the Gates of Hell (04:39)
I was waiting on the moment,
But the moment never came
All the billion other moments
Were just slipping all away
(I must have been tripping) We're just slipping all away
Just ego tripping
I was wanting you to love me,
But your love, it never came
All the other love around me
Was just wasting all away
(I must have been tripping) Was just wasting all away
(Just ego tripping) Was just wasting all away
Must have been tripping
I was waiting on the moment
But the moment never came
(Must have been tripping) But the moment never came
(Just ego tripping) But the moment never came
(Must have been tripping) But the moment never came
(Just ego tripping) But the moment never came
(Must have been tripping) But the moment never came
But the moment never came...
11 In the Morning of the Magicians (06:20)
In the morning I'd awake
And I couldn't remember
What is love and what is hate
The calculations error
Oh, what is love and what is hate?
And why does it matter?
Is to love just a waste?
And how can it matter?
Oh.....
As the dawn began to break
I had to surrender
The universe will have its way
Too powerful to master
Oh.....
What is love and what is hate?
And why does it matter?
Oh.....
What is love and what is hate?
And how can it matter?
Oh.....
12 It's Summertime (04:22)
It's summertime
And I can understand if you still feel sad
It's summertime
And though it's hard to see its true possibilities
When you look inside, all you'll see
When you look inside, all you'll see
Is a self reflected inner sadness
Look outside
I know that you'll recognize
It's summertime
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