The year is 1978 and you are actively participating in the drug-induced, free-love, new age, pre-Ronald Reagan, wacky movement. Disney’s magical theme park has just opened Space Mountain (damn those drugs, it actually opened three years earlier.) and giddy, you are first in line to be shot through the stratosphere! Oh, what joy!
But whats this? Rather than hurling through space, as you culminate your ascent of the launch tower, something terribly amazing is happening! You are being thrown downward; spiraling into a funky inner-space disco!! Oh, what wonder!
Soft lights and sounds envelope your space pod. The sharp turns of re-entry fold and melt gently into pillowy digital blinking! Your mind has no ability to calculate, yet you are acutely aware of the blood flowing and pulsing between your ears. You slump backward, eyes glazed over, as the world whooshes and loops into infinity. Up and over.. and over.. and over.. and over. Oh, what horror.
Welcome to the special world of Mike Oldfield. Enjoy the last trip of your life.
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Sounds like a bolt-gun to the temple made this happen. -BTW, do you think he’s REALLY standing on the beach? I don’t.
“Thank you Dr. Leo Marvin!!”
I LOVE IT!
Why do you guys just keep creating different profiles with crazy heads??!?!?!?! Are you going to come through the computer and eat my eyeballs?? This album is tripping me ooouuuuuttttttt. I am going to the beach to meet up with Mikey. Wooooohoooooooooooooo!!!
dont go towards the light