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Zaireeka is the most visionary fruit of the Flaming Lips' latest phase.
The FL are the omni-psychedelic group, born in '83, from which Mercury Rev's Donahue (and Dave Fridmann, the sound engineer of the very first FL) emerged.
The work consists of four CDs to be played simultaneously (I more or less succeeded only once by scheduling relay appointments between CD players).
The result is hallucinatory (in the true sense of the word) and difficult to explain in words. Moments of heavenly sweetness from the four corners of "paradise" (see the end of The Train...) alternate with sonic encirclements (from the drum solo coming in turn from the four speakers, in March..., to the barking dogs that tear you apart at the end of The Big...).
To be listened to, without filters.
PS: Also listen to Up Above the Daily Hum, maybe at night, under a starry sky, imagining yourself "Happy on the pull of the past, just before the future comes..."
Tracklist and Lyrics
01 Okay I'll Admit That I Really Don't Understand (02:51)
Okay, I'll admit that I really don't understand
02 Riding to Work in the Year 2025 (Your Invisible Now) (07:02)
On some driven ship,
the morning commuter ride,
everything is orange and bright.
Your invisible now,
and I know that it's hard to get used to.
The panoramic scene,
the landscape's grande design,
the moment overtakes your life.
In the silver mornig sun
the worst is magnified
it makes you see the use of Christ.
03 Thirty-Five Thousand Feet of Despair (04:58)
Another moth disintegrates
Hovering in the beam
Of a searchlight
That's looking for a trace
Of a plane
Whose pilot, it's a shame
Has gone insane
You can see the silhouette
Across the moon
He hung himself mid-flight
In the bathroom
Why is it so high?
Why is it so much?
04 A Machine in India (10:23)
I'm going to India over and over again.
I'm standin' in a cylinder, seein' all the bleedin' vaginas.
I feel it now comin' over me so I strive to love the Messiah.
I'm goin' to India over and over again.
I'm rushin' to the nearest station, feet and hands collided with the driver.
All that I think, all I thought and all I know the Syrian missile guides itself into the vaginas.
I'm goin' to India over and over again.
05 The Train Runs Over the Camel but Is Derailed by the Gnat (06:13)
As if to be some kind of test..
born out of the boredom of who's better than the rest.
This time they wouldn't measure the pointless small details..
the only thing that mattered was if the "you" prevailed.
Maybe it's just some coincidence that natural selection always works the best.
what if they didn't count the molecules that failed
and the only thing that mattered were the pieces that prevailed.
06 How Will We Know? (Futuristic Crashendos) (02:23)
How will we know
If this rush of noise we're hearin'
is the world's biggest hammer
comin' down on our heads crushing our lives,
and everything that we've said,
crushing the existence of any small effects we've had
or is it just some super-sonic flux invented in the future
blowin' up so hard you can hear it before it happens
... how will we know?
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The result is hallucinogenic (in the truest sense of the word) and difficult to explain in words.
To understand the FL, one needs to understand that everything they do is born from the union between death and madness/lightheartedness (but also childish curiosity).
