My headphones are playing duet
With a fire engine
I walk through cloud of an exand I feel no tension
All the buildings are blocking the wind
Of late October
Round the corner it shoots out again
And I'm starting over

Dance dance
Dance dance
Around the door
Dance dance
Dance dance
Around the door

Hold still
Limit what you see
Be free for a while
Lay in room like you're laying on a hill
There's a mountain on your window sill
There is help for raw souls
A language for the shy
You don't have to say hello
But look them in the eye

Two things, a great fog of stuff
Engrossing, fleeting, bewildering
And then a feeling of title
That we're rushing down a slope
Do we not see it all the time because we're sliding at the same speed?
A sense of safety preserved by the static distance between us
Sometimes I try to imagine a village hundred of years ago
Where little changes during a lifetime
Maybe the cobbler tries a new heel on a boot corps are rotated
But nothing changes how people are
What they spend their time doing or thinking about
The world is dying, the world is living

There's something that I should do
But I never know how
Things I should say to you
But it's total whiteout
In the night reading actual air
Always reforming
Imagine that I'll be somewhere new
In the morning

I was asked to write a song about social media
And I didn't want to anyway I'm pretty hooked
So don't feel I'm in much of a position to critique it
And self-critique is loaded for me
Anyway because I have plenty of that
And while I know that people can identify with it and get
Comfort from hearing someone else address themselves sternly
I'm also trying to get away from self-regard in
General even though the unexamined life is not worth living
More opposing truths, they're everywhere
Still training to to hold them
I'm trying to look out
Leave the mirror out of it
See the tree and contemplate it
And not question who or what
I am in a relation to the tree but I don't know what it means
Yet that we are partially migrating into a silent conversation
It seems to be increasing unity and tripalism at once
And maybe the two are racing now without a finish line
I was going to say that likely few got goid thinking
Done during the seventeenth century
Dutch tulip craze and this is not so different
But I've recently been heartened and disappointed to learn
That story was greatly exaggerated
Anyway we're crazy but also we're not crazy
But we're complicated
And we want things to be simple
And we polarize into camps and we harden and entrench
And distort and amplify and shut down and entrech some more
Now you don't have to joine a drum circle
And get all peace and love and haight ashbury
And anyway that took
Only a few months to turn into a bad
Scene hard drug where some people will rob you
And you can't be too open but the
Hippies sure had a point empathy is good
Lack or empathy is bad
And now the lines or non facts waiting to
Get in the conversation are longer and longer
And some people can't be beat in an argument
We have to hold to that hippie point harder
Empathy is good lack of empathy is bad
Holy math says we are never not together