#993 - Destroy Everything You Touch :: Ladytron
“Everything you touch you don’t feel,
do not know what you steal.
Shakes your hand,
takes your gun,
walks you out of the sun.”
Science Fiction, other-worldly, spinning through space kind of music. I close my eyes and picture the Tardis circling through time, Leeloo falling into Dallas’ cab, or Alice leaving the infected behind to run off to a post-goth club with Neo pre-being-the-One. This is part of the soundtrack I have set aside for when I write one of two novels I’m attempting to get through.
This song, especially, reminds me of some post-apocalyptic wasteland, where there is still art and music - humanity and expression surviving all else.