Stranded on an Island, you'll be starting to mis the things you take most for granted right now. Probably things you haven't realy have big feelings about for now. But when you're on an ilsand...there are no big shopping malls there, so what you'd miss would eventually maybe be something like elevator music. "blue moon", "blue river", "blue..dadadi dadada"
Takes you back to those wonderfull shopping malls...where you could feel yourself slowly melt away because of the ambient temperature, the muzak, the kids doing drugs there.
And you realise: all these people here, and all these different interests, but there's not gonna be a knife-fight tonight, because they're playing "blue river". They could have started a fight and kill someone, but they didn't because at that brief moment, they where all being connected by the temporary blue-river universe. They where all one.
You think of the time, and all the things you maybe missing out on, on that little Island, But you have 'blue river' with you. And it allows you to connnect to all of those other dust collecting malls, that may or may no longer exist, and therefore to the world.
So i'm on an Island. There once was peace, but now the war has spread itself all over the world. I'm a refugee. Everything i've ever known of is either dead or has gone up in smoke.
And when you are listening to 'blue-river', you're back in that sunlit mall where nothing ever seemed to happen. Where young, old, black and white where aloud to do nothing all day, but just hanging out. Before the war, before we all start killing eachother, we where all one, in those fallen tempels of supreme lethargy. There was a place for everybody, as long as they could pay for it. Lonely now, but loved, appreciated and excepted back then, because you had enough money with you for a cup of coffee at Starbucks.
So now, you're on that Island. You're cold, you're shivering. And then you play 'blue river' and suddenly it all makes sense again. Yes, that mall is a nothing now, but a pile of concrete, rocks and dead bodies, after that friendly fire incident that costed about 120 lives. But you're connected again, to that place, to the world where people simply come and go, and where nothing realy matters. The place where it's Sunday morning for 24/7. You're back into the Sunday morning universe.
