Thursday, May 05, 2005
landlocked blues
so, on my way work today i was listening to one of my bright eyes albums (i'm wide awake it's morning). conor is an amazing lyricist! this album especially is always giving me chills.
And the future hangs over our heads
And it moves with each current event
Until it falls all around like a cold steady rain
Just stay in when it’s looking this way
one song in particular on this album has really touched me over the last month or so. it deals honestly with the restlesness that i see people my age all around me experiencing and that i experience within myself as well.
And the moon’s laying low in the sky
Forcing everything metal to shine
And the sidewalk holds diamonds like the jewelry store case
They argue walk this way, now walk this way
it makes sense that since conor is my age that i would relate to his lyrics so extremely. i really believe that around this time in life, reality really is beginning to creap through, disillusionment with the world is growing, restlessness over feeling "trapped" is building. we are realizing that life and culture and the world are telling us that it is time to "settle down" and "grow up." but at the same time, we see where people are ahead of us that have bought those phrases. and we see that they are just as restless and unfulfilled as we are.
And Laura’s asleep in my bed
As I’m leaving she wakes up and says
“I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave
Baby don’t go away, come here”
and so we are rushing around all of the time, trying to really live our lives before they are gone, but we realize that in the rush, we've missed life. it has slipped by us in our hurry to be fulfilled.
And there’s kids playing guns in the street
And ones pointing his tree branch at me
So I put my hands up I say “enough is enough,
If you walk away, I’ll walk away”
And he shot me dead
we start to realize that there is a bigger picture out there. we haven't stopped believing that we can make a difference. that we can fight for change. impact the future. we are just becoming a bit discouraged. but we haven't given up.
I found a liquid cure
From my landlocked blues
It’ll pass away like a slow parade
It’s leaving but I don’t know how soon
And the world’s got me dizzy again
You think after 22 years I’d be used to the spin
And it only feels worse when I stay in one place
So I’m always pacing around or walking away
I keep drinking the ink from my pen
And I’m balancing history books up on my head
But it all boils down to one quotable phrase
If you love something, give it away
life can't be as cliche as it seems. it can't be so unfulfilling as it has turned out to be. searching searching searching. we've learned what they've tought us, but it's done us no good, because they never taught us how to put it to use.
A good woman will pick you apart
A box full of suggestions for your possible heart
But you may be offended and you may be afraid
But don’t walk away, don’t walk away
we learned from our parents how to not to love. we learned from our parents how not to give in to "the man." we learned from are parents how to get tired, give up, and grow old. and that is not what we want to become. but we can feel ourselves becoming that way.
every day, i am more like my mother.
We made love on the living room floor
With the noise in background of a televised war
And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say
“If we walk away, they’ll walk away”
But greed is a bottomless pit
And our freedom’s a joke We’re just taking a piss
And the whole world must watch the sad comic display
If you’re still free start running away
Cause we’re coming for you!
and we look at this world that has been all set in place for us, and we wonder how we will take care of it when it is fully our turn . . . there is so much work that has been laid out for us. so many mistakes to fix, examples to follow or to avoid. it makes me sad to think of how others can impact my future so extremely. i am in awe everytime i have travelled out of the country and realized exactly what people think of me just because i am an american. nothing i have done has caused that opinion, but i have a reputation that preceedes me whether i like it or not. whether i support it or not. we've got work to do.
are we ready? have we prepared ourselves? i don't know . . .
I’ve grown tired of holding this pose
I feel more like a stranger each time I come home
So I’m making a deal with the devils of fame
Saying let me walk away, please
You’ll be free child once you have died
From the shackles of language and measurable time
Then we can trade places, play musical graves
‘Till then walk away walk away walk away
So I’m up at dawn
Putting on my shoes
I just want to make a clean escape
I’m leaving but I don’t know where to
I know I’m leaving but I don’t know where to
say it don't spray it 8:19 AM
4 i heard that
