I used to find this song so enthralling as a kid, wishing that I could, you know, live on the moon or in the sea or wherever childhood fantasies used to take you to. To a lonely kid, living with oysters and clams and fish are already great alternatives to being at school, cocooned in silence with nothing but crayons. Queer thing about children - they’d always, always come up with something creative and fantastic and fun provided you get them the space and materials to do whatever they want. I would be sitting there in front of the sofa, in a cardboard box maybe, and sing along and pretend that I too could go places, see all those star(fishe)s twinkling at me.
Nothing much has changed. This song is sadder than I remembered it to be; then again, even the guillotine is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia in the sunset of dissolution.