"I was looking at one of our records recently and was surprised at myself. The words and images portrayed are a reflection of myself, but a fraction of the whole. The photos are mere instances captured on film. The words chosen and sculptured over time. Though both are parts of myself, they don't represent my entire entity. When the band plays live, it is only for 20-30 minutes once a month. Yet, to people who haven't met me, the image they have of me is of an athletic and literate person. It was foreign because I know who I am, and I have to live with myself 24 hours a day. Looking at the record, it seems that the person I see leads a much more exciting and together life than I really do. Yet I know the truth, the awkwardness and boredom of being human. And so though it's a limited part of my existence, those 20-30 minutes a month make life all the more worth living."

A moment of clarity
a millisecond of captured energy
what do I really see?
can it be? is this me?

a perception based upon
a record sleeve
only a small percentage
of the full reality

Isn't it Ironic (Is this Me?)
Isn't it Ironic (Is this Me?)

where is all the drudgery
where is all the monotony
the stumbling for words
the idiocy

Isn't it Ironic (Is this Me)?