THE STARS ARE NOT SO FAR AFTER ALL

[Intro – distant surf, shortwave radio, ceremonial bells] Transmission received. Somewhere beneath the Pacific an old machine wakes up. Mu Mu. Lemuria calling. Are you receiving? HAHAHA— GOOD. [Beat enters – hypnotic acid pulse] Disco king on the scene, disco queen in the dream, light ear, dark ear, hear what’s hiding in between. As above— SO BELOW. As within— LET IT GLOW. Earth beneath us, stars above, alchemy runs on ridiculous love. [Verse 1] Mother Gaia on the dance floor, barefoot in the rain, drawing sacred circles through the middle of the strange. Nobody knows what the symbols mean, that’s half the point of the whole damn scene. Five-point star and an open hand, radio ghosts from a sunken land, Lemurian drums under concrete streets, ancient mythology with modern beats. We found Mu on a pirate frequency, broadcasting jokes about destiny. “THIS IS NOT A PROPHECY.” Then the voice said: “Probably.” [Pre-Chorus] Light and dark, left and right, lose the map and find the night. Break the pattern, change the name, belief’s a tool— now change the game. [Chorus – gigantic euphoric rave hook] THE STARS ARE NOT SO FAR AFTER ALL! MU MU MU— WE HEARD THE CALL! CHAOS ABOVE! ALCHEMY BELOW! LOVE IS THE CURRENT— LET THE WHOLE THING GLOW! THE STARS ARE NOT SO FAR AFTER ALL! LEMURIA RISES WHEN THE BASSLINE FALLS! NO FINAL MASTER! NO FINAL MAP! THE UNIVERSE JUST WINKED BACK! [Drop] MU! MU! MU MU! HAIL THE BEAUTIFUL ERROR! HAIL THE GLITCH IN THE MIRROR! NOTHING IS TRUE— [beat cuts] …so choose carefully. [beat SLAMS back] EVERYTHING IS PERMITTED— …including kindness. [Verse 2 – faster, manic spoken delivery] KLF burned the instruction manual, Discord threw glitter in the analytical, Eris walked in wearing headphones, said: “Stop making the mystical so miserable.” So we built a temple out of subwoofers, gave the sceptics drinks and invited the truthers. Nobody gets a throne tonight. Everybody gets questioned under ultraviolet light. Heyoka laughing backward through time, trickster wisdom hiding inside bad rhymes. Angel on one shoulder, goblin on two, three different realities asking: “WHICH ONE ARE YOU?” I said— Depends what works. Depends what heals. Depends what survives when reality reveals. Cut every certainty. Keep what remains. Turn revelation into dancing in rain. [Bridge – dreamy / underwater] Maybe Mu sank. Maybe Mu never existed. Maybe Lemuria is memory. Maybe memory is myth. Maybe myth is a vessel we use to carry something too strange for ordinary language. Maybe the stars really are impossibly far away. And somehow— they still reach us. [soft voice] That counts for something. [Build] One light. One dark. One fool dancing between them. One Earth. Eight billion weirdos. One enormous unanswered question. And a kick drum. [Chorus] THE STARS ARE NOT SO FAR AFTER ALL! MU MU MU— WE HEARD THE CALL! CHAOS ABOVE! ALCHEMY BELOW! LOVE IS THE CURRENT— LET THE WHOLE THING GLOW! THE STARS ARE NOT SO FAR AFTER ALL! NO LOST CONTINENT CAN CONTAIN US ALL! BELIEF IS A COSTUME! TRUTH IS THE TEST! DANCE WITH THE MYSTERY— THROW OUT THE REST! [Final rave sermon] Attention all multidimensional beings— and ordinary human beings having a particularly weird Friday night— Mother Gaia has made no official statement. Lemuria has declined to comment. The Illuminati have lost the paperwork. Eris is reportedly laughing. The Justified Ancients are unavailable for clarification. And Mu— Mu keeps broadcasting: LOVE MORE. FEAR LESS. QUESTION EVERYTHING. DANCE ANYWAY. [Final Drop] MU MU! LEMURIA! CHAOS MAGICK! ALLELUIA! MU MU! GAIA! DISCO! ERIS! THE STARS— THE STARS— THE STARS ARE NOT SO FAR AFTER ALL! [Outro – waves + radio fading] As above… so below… As within… let it glow. Transmission ends. Probably.