There it is again.
Turn up the voice of the wanting,
maybe it will muffle that voice of need
coming at you from within.
And that voice of insistence,
that voice of want, it
whispers to us all through the television,
through the magazine, through our parents,
peers, radios and enemies.
The messages in so many songs out there
and so many poems, too, and so many novels,
and so many fucking movies.
Its just one more lie that
grips our mind and taints our vision
with pre-packaged ideals and definitions,
values and superstitions spoon-fed
to us as we swing from womb to tomb
and in and out of transition.
Handing us wants
that conflict with our needs,
solutions to problems
that don't solve anything.
Can you clear away the wants
that they injected into you?
Dig deep and fast, toss dirt out
and find the core that's you, and
manage to desipher the murmers from
within the casket?
Can you work through the guilt
the world seems to instill in you
when getting doesn't fulfill you
like the culture tells you
it's supposed to do?
Entrapped in the greed,
in the thirst for posession,
watch as meaningful subjects
become numinous objects.
We're forever addicted to the fix --
but still, we're bleeding.
First Aide kit in hand, though
we're not tending the wounds,
but just putting the bandages
over our eyes.
As we drown in the puddles
of our wasted lives.
So sit back right now and take a breath,
forget what you shouldn't think,
forget what's wrong to feel.
Guestion why you're
really here and in this.
Question what you
really want, need,
and why.
You're a little scared of being lonely,
but irritated by constant company,
you want so very much to be close
but at the depths you need to be free,
totally and unconditionally.
You need to be independent
and self-sufficent with
comfortable distance,
but riddled by desires, by wanting,
such as intimacy and meaning --
and, contemplating,
you find you
admire the philosphy,
envy the images, the wanting,
fed to you by the TV, the magazine,
the poem, the novel, the movie screen,
but not in any way
the excersize.
You cannot be yourself
and live that life.
And yet here you are.
And when the shell of desires fall away to reveal
the yolk of what you think you should want,
what you're told to want, you've got to
face the fact that this isn't right.
When dedication and commitment reveals itself
to be an illusion obscuring your ambivalence and
reluctant obligation, its time to look into
the dark and just call it a night.
To face the fact this isn't right.
Turn up the voice of the wanting,
maybe it will muffle that voice of need
coming at you from within.
And that voice of insistence,
that voice of want, it
whispers to us all through the television,
through the magazine, through our parents,
peers, radios and enemies.
The messages in so many songs out there
and so many poems, too, and so many novels,
and so many fucking movies.
Its just one more lie that
grips our mind and taints our vision
with pre-packaged ideals and definitions,
values and superstitions spoon-fed
to us as we swing from womb to tomb
and in and out of transition.
Handing us wants
that conflict with our needs,
solutions to problems
that don't solve anything.
Can you clear away the wants
that they injected into you?
Dig deep and fast, toss dirt out
and find the core that's you, and
manage to desipher the murmers from
within the casket?
Can you work through the guilt
the world seems to instill in you
when getting doesn't fulfill you
like the culture tells you
it's supposed to do?
Entrapped in the greed,
in the thirst for posession,
watch as meaningful subjects
become numinous objects.
We're forever addicted to the fix --
but still, we're bleeding.
First Aide kit in hand, though
we're not tending the wounds,
but just putting the bandages
over our eyes.
As we drown in the puddles
of our wasted lives.
So sit back right now and take a breath,
forget what you shouldn't think,
forget what's wrong to feel.
Guestion why you're
really here and in this.
Question what you
really want, need,
and why.
You're a little scared of being lonely,
but irritated by constant company,
you want so very much to be close
but at the depths you need to be free,
totally and unconditionally.
You need to be independent
and self-sufficent with
comfortable distance,
but riddled by desires, by wanting,
such as intimacy and meaning --
and, contemplating,
you find you
admire the philosphy,
envy the images, the wanting,
fed to you by the TV, the magazine,
the poem, the novel, the movie screen,
but not in any way
the excersize.
You cannot be yourself
and live that life.
And yet here you are.
And when the shell of desires fall away to reveal
the yolk of what you think you should want,
what you're told to want, you've got to
face the fact that this isn't right.
When dedication and commitment reveals itself
to be an illusion obscuring your ambivalence and
reluctant obligation, its time to look into
the dark and just call it a night.
To face the fact this isn't right.
