**special guest blogger.... Wayne Coyne!***

Hello lovely readers. This is a special post by me, Wayne Coyne. Perhaps better known as the lead singer from The Flaming Lips. You may not have recognised me without my giant bubble, vagina passageway and posse of frogs and various other dancing creatures.I recently received a letter from the delightful L, questioning why we would so blatantly highlight the inevitability of death with scant regard to the feelings of our readers upon such a realisation. I feel compelled to reply, detailing the reasoning behind our lyrics. Mainly coz I'm such a nice guy, and hey, I don't want to upset my fans.

Little L, before getting so upset that we pointed out what was in fact, a universally acknowledged fate established well before our arrival onto the music scene all those years ago, consider our perspective on death as pointed out in song Talkin' Bout The Smiling Deathporn Immortality Blues (Everyone Wants To Live Forever):

Imagination, that's the way that it seems

Man can't only live in his dreams

Oh, it seems so hard.

If I'd lived a thousand times before

And if I'm gonna live anymore

Always brings me down

Everyone wants to live forever

Thinkin' that it'd be a lot better

Everyone wants to live for ever, whoah

The feeling in my head starts heading south

It seems it stops the fever from shootin' out of my mouth

Life gushing all around

Therefore, if you choose to take our word as gospel, living forever is perhaps not the best outcome?

Similarly, perhaps take note of our advice dished out further in the song you so object to.

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know

You realize that life goes fast

It's hard to make the good things last

You realize the sun doesn't go down

It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

And if that doesn't comfort you, perhaps realise that we devoted the vast part of an album to a fantasy character battling a pink robot. We have lyrics such as this:

I know a girl who thinks of ghosts

She'll make ya breakfast

She'll make ya toast

She don't use butter

She don't use cheese

She don't use jelly

Or any of these

She uses vaseline

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So perhaps we're not all that profound. If all else fails, consider taxidermy. I have my pets stuffed. Then I line them up in a row in my recording studio and make them be my audience to test out new ideas. You should have seen the reaction when I first debuted the giant labia. They went mental, so I knew you all would too.

Hope this makes you feel better dear L. I, Wayne Coyne would hate for you to be upset. Maybe try running down the street in a giant bubble or frog suit. Always worked for me when I needed a cheeky pick me up.