Starship Hitchhiker (Metal) — always moving, never home, forged forward motion, never to find home

Описание: Album Playlist – Aetherical Storm
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Starship Hitchhiker is a transient sci-fi industrial track about motion as survival. It follows a nameless traveler drifting port to port, identity eroding with every jump gate. No roots. No registry. Only momentum.

The song sits at the core of Aetherical Storm’s themes: isolation, self-definition under pressure, and the refusal to stop moving even when stillness would mean collapse. The starship isn’t freedom—it’s necessity. Forward motion is the only way to stay intact.

Cold infrastructure, anonymous ports, and ritualized routines replace belonging. Names fail. Records decay. What remains is discipline, breath, and the decision to keep going.

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Band: Cult of Disdain
Album: Aetherical Storm
Label: Aetherical Musings
© richardearlwacker1973

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Lyrics

Starship Hitchhiker
Always alone.
Starship hitchhiker
Still moving on.

Beacon codes flash.
Docking rings drone.
Manifest reads “UNKNOWN”
I step through alone.

Lagrange towns blur on the docking feed
Trade winds of vacuum, I take what I need
Stamp in the passport—ink runs thin
Gate turns green and I’m gone again

Starship hitchhiker—colony to stone
Always the stranger, never at home
Stranger in the mirror—won’t say my name
Drift through lives like a burning flame

Crate-bed in cargo, bunk in the hold
Warm seat dents fading, rations cold
Friends-of-a-friend at the mining rim
Laugh like stars, then I fade to dim.

Count to four; don’t disappear
Find the keel; keep it near
Every new port feels the same
Mask on, move on, change the name

Starship hitchhiker—colony to stone
Always the stranger, never at home
Stranger in the mirror—won’t say my name
Drift through lives like a burning flame

Badge scans fail; the record’s dust
All my labels bleed to rust.
If I stand still, I come apart
So I ride the burn and call it heart.

Belt-town markets, nickel and light,
Lockers like altars, prayers at night.
I touch the glass where a face should be
It looks back through, but it’s not me.

Hold the line; breathe the core,
Anchor once—ask no more.
If a name is just a storm,
Let my hands define my form.

Burn the lanes—cut the drag
Ride the wake—drop the tag
Run the seam—stars turn fast
Name or none—make it last.

Starship hitchhiker—colony to stone
Always the stranger, never at home
Stranger in the mirror—won’t say my name
I forge my way through the engine flame

Always a stranger
Always alone.
Starship hitchhiker
Still moving on.

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