. In this room, however, reality starts to impinge upon the dream, the mechanics of day-to-day material living are starting to ‘cough’ and splutter, causing noise when they’re trying to be ‘so quiet’, but sometimes noise is what wakes you up from your stupor. In the background ‘country music is playing soft’, the music of middle America gently humming away, but it’s not bad enough to turn off, so they just sit there listening and accept their predicament; in denial, everything is breaking down, even the spell of altered consciousness that they entered into in order to escape is close to falling apart.
Within all this strange apocalyptic imagery, the chorus rushes in and gives us affirmation with falsetto (the best kind of affirmation): ‘Here I’m allowed everything all of the time’. Again, it brings the internet to my mind; the universe at your fingertips, every song ever recorded, every movie ever filmed, every slice of people’s lives, every meal, every selfie, everything, and it’s open to access at any given opportunity.