You see, as much as I admire the human desire to constantly push the boundaries of our known universe, I'd rather we put the same amount of energy into sorting out our shit here on planet Earth first. All too often, humans will end up destroying something before we've even begun to understand it. Sometimes before we've even discovered it. How many unknown, undocumented species do you think we've wiped out clear-felling the great rainforests, for example?
I don't want to get on too much of a downer about it, because I do have great admiration for our technological advances and the scientific curiosity that drives them (if not the motivation behind the money that funds them). But at the same time, can extra-terrestrial expansion really be justified when we can't even look after our own planet?
Anyway, apart from the fact that this song is utterly awesome, and teams beautifully with the theme du jour, a Google translation of the lyrics gave me a fascinating insight into the wonderful world of this French girl and German boy...
Das sind unsere Dogmen
Fellatio, Cunnilingus,
Sinnlichkeit, Ruhe, Wollust
(Fellatio, cunnilingus,
Sensuality, peace, lust
These are our dogmas)
As you can see, the world would be a far better place with the fabulously-named Françoise Cactus and Brezel Göring at the helm!
Give them a listen on Beatport
I utterly agree. I was just saying today that I don't understand people's obsession with violence. Make love, not war, as our enlightened musical poets remind us. Why shoot bullets, when you can be shootin' love. I think the assumption about space is that the beauty and immense grandeur of the universe will calm the soul. Given that this didn't work for the Christian colonists when they came to the awesome beauty of 'the new world', I'm not sure it would work for your average meathead now. You can see it now: instead of being impressed, they'd probably get scared and want to "shoot shit up". Still, there's hope for all. If we keep imagining that even meatheads have beautiful souls, and tell them this, maybe they'll realise it themselves. Maybe more of us peaceful folk should hit on them, be their lovers, and in pillow talk impart the beauty of peace. They are quite hot in their own way, I reckon. And then we can all take a trip to the stars, and make love in solar powered rockets while floating amidst galactical wonders; oooh, yeah!
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