"At a moment when no one was watching, I gave up on music as some sort of Trans-formative, Transcendental process. Like our First Transgressor, Mother Eve, I fell out of that innocence under the weight of my youthful mistakes and shortcomings. I reached for any sort of Magic or Beauty I could find, only to receive the mundane reality of our everyday world. And I know that THAT Beauty and Magic is still out there, and there may even be other people experiencing it, but never again where or when I will have access to it. So I leave behind Childhood, as YOU DO, and get old, playing games along with you, to try to pretend we are still relevant, but without either imagination or real inspiration." -- One person's interpretation of the lyrics of the song, "God In Space", by Eugene Mcguinness. Eugene has a very disheartening view of his coming Maturity and the commercial needs of his profession. He sees the moment coming when it isn't fun anymore, isn't cathartic anymore, and his music withdraws into a parody of itself (the "rags of beige"). Note he wouldn't be the first person this would happen to, nor is the first to have written sadly about it. But it is him who faces this possibility at "the moment" of this song, and he seems to resign himself to the probability, as others do physical death.