The Starlight Sirens achieve escape velocity with “Lipstick Rocket,” a track that reframes the “flawless trajectory” of a survivor as a celestial event. If “High Heel Hop” was about the walk, this is about the launch. It’s a soaring, high-gloss anthem that turns “painted courage” into literal fuel, proving that the distance between the wreckage and the stars is only as long as a three-part harmony.
The Anatomy of the Climb
The imagery here is vintage-industrial—cracked glass windows and low-voltage promises—but the intent is entirely futuristic. The Sirens describe a “future ignition” fueled by “old-world swing,” suggesting that the traditions of the past are the only thing stable enough to launch them into the unknown. When they sing about the “countdown dissolving into time,” they are reclaiming the very concept of a future from the radio static of the city below.
From Fallout to Flawless
The song’s power lies in its refusal to ask for “permission.” The “Lipstick Rocket” is an act of sheer will, lifting “out of the wreckage” with a red so bright it “rewrites the dark.” It’s the ultimate expression of the Sirens’ philosophy: that being “flawless” isn’t about vanity, it’s about a trajectory. As they rise, the night doesn’t just watch; it “makes way.” It is a sonic declaration that the sky belongs to those who are bold enough to ignite their own spark.
LIPSTICK ROCKET
by: Starlight Sirens
I checked my reflection in a cracked glass window,
Painted courage on like it always belongs.
The night was humming with a low-voltage promise,
And the streetlights flickered like they knew we were strong.
We lined up our steps on the edge of the pavement,
Heels steady even where the ground gave way.
There’s no hesitation when the signal is glowing,
We lift together and we’re already away.
Lipstick rocket, lifting out of the wreckage,
Red so bright it rewrites the dark.
Every harmony fuels the motion,
Every breath is a spark.
The city falls back into radio static,
But our voices stay clean in the climb.
Old-world swing with a future ignition,
And the countdown dissolves into time.
Lipstick rocket, don’t wait for permission,
The sky never asked us to stay.
From fallout to flawless trajectory,
We rise — and the night makes way.