It seems only in a dream world can I grasp the reality that we may not be as individual as we would like to think. My existential egotistical self might just be trying to trick me into believing that my importance is material, and of great value. Thus I try to shape myself into the puzzle piece that fits into the greater human narrative.
But that's just the problem; predetermination overshadowing spontaneous creation.
Perhaps the same should be said about shaping yourself.
After all, we are just wild animals.
But I think we're much more wild when we're young.
That's when we're not shaping our selves at all. When all we are, are spontaneous actions.
What if we're not supposed to "grow up" from that at all?. Maybe we could be living the most exciting lives imaginable, simply by letting go of our desire for control.
Anyway, I'm gonna go check my Facebook now.
--We don't know anything
We didn't hear from someone else
Or take the words right from their mouth
And say them as our own.
When all its pieces think
That it's complete
When on its own
It's just a visceral retreat.
And we all look at the way she's standing
It's like she flows through better than you
And we all take to the way she's branded
New cars and tennis shoes.
I was lost in the wave:
I was blocked by My Name
What a scare I dropped my wild hairs, there
But I found them in my caves down to San Jose,
And I found them in my caves down to Monterrey.
Lady Baby in a dream
Whispering sweet everythings
Is nothing that we can control.
But steam is pleased with its release
We left home late, but for good reason
At least, for me
We maybe skipped a beat, then
But we were freezing grievance.
We were lost in the wave:
We were blocked by Our Names
What a scare, we dropped our wild hairs, there
But we found them in our caves down to San Jose,
And we found them in our caves down to Monterrey.
released December 22, 2016
Artwork by Sebastien Deramat
Song Produced by Mike Vernon
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