Star Track Lyrics
My busy eyes missed her path through the air as she ran
My sensory mind is too old to cry
Not ready to live and too strange to die
So stop your doubt push the world on by
With your hand
And who's got time on their hands
Well life can be hard when you're holes in a card
In some electronic hand
You'll wander around from place to place
Disappear without a trace
And someone else will take your place
In line
But you can't fool yourself
Take your head in hand and make your own demands
Or you'll crystallize on the shelf
The freeway's concrete way won't show
You where to run or how to go
And running fast you'll go down slow in the end
A modern day blues for an upper-middle class white guy feeling the pressure of the big time as Jorma might say.
There was also a concern in the sixties, before the advent of the PC, that computerization would dehumanize people, that the modern electronic age, that Airplane both celebrated and criticized, would destroy individuality and ones uniqueness. It would create a lifestyle that moves at such a fast pace that it would eventually catch up with the individual in the end and they would miss the whole point of living.
I think therefore that going down slow means trying to hold on to life, to figure out what the hell happened, because one never fully lived in the moment, you have trouble accepting the end.
Interesting to note; the guitar chord progression in the song is very similar to bluesman Rev. Gary Davis' song 'Death Don't Have No Mercy'.
I love this song like I love a friend, nothing more to say!