Story Behind The Song

OK, maybe a bit literary, but quite a few of us have been enthusiastic 3d year university students at some point. Apart from the e.e. cummings thing, this contains a distillate of hundreds of scientific and Scientific American articles, not to mention books of religion and philosophy: mentions plate tectonics, thermodynamics of evolution, origin of music, randomness, weather dynamics, opportunistics, freedom vs. predetermination, purpose of life, dimensionality and fundamental recording nature of time, the big bang (represented by a burst of Mongolian-style throat singing), planet formation, gravity, virtual particles in the vacuum, subatomic particle decay making solid things fundamentally unreliable, curved vs. planar geometry of spacetime, role of water in evolution, transience of life, perpetuation of humanity and culture through love. Islam is a hot topic these days, so spot the two-word quotation from the Quran in here.

Song Description

"Anyone lived in a pretty how cosmos."

Lyrics

On the home world

genre: neil youngish mongolian-inflected folk rock trip-hop

Single moon, stars, rain ? fragile mountain, bending plains, here on the home world where we are.
On the edge of night there?s a sphere of reflected light
here on the home world near its friendly star ?
where a twist of heat inspired a dance of countless wings and feet,
where music sang out of thin air, it came from nowhere and everywhere.
Tectonic faults drank land, volcanoes burned up and took a stand,
here on the home world the seams expand.

Ice-storm, fire, joy, fear ? chances rise and disappear
here on the ocean world where freedom glows
like light through blue spun waves, even clouds can?t quite be slaves
to regulations that knowledge knows.

Single life, dust, rain ? why do ecstasy or even pain?
Why give death the time of day? Why appear, why go away?

The information is engrained, the shirt of time is spaghetti-stained
with all your questions, your work and play.

In the play of the heavens there?s a sun that made the sun,
balls of dust, collapsing hearts of nowhere.
Sudden big emotions banging planets down the run
always on the inside of the out-there.
Emptiness holds something, there?s a certainty it?s won,
solid things are always what?s in doubt there?

Single moon, stars, rain, curved geometry or plane,
is it all one Shout there, one thought?s domain?

Many moons, frogs? eyes, stare at the blinking day-night skies.
The dampened atmosphere sweats you alive and brings you here.

Your role is barely a walk-on part, yet life beyond you is in your heart ?
here in the home world your love appears.