ST51 ... And so what if i don't understand your dream... 'Shadows'.
and so what, so what, so what....
They are all up on the news. Whatever is hot, they're on it. Me, i get bored with this circle of friends. Child abuse of the greatest kind, an international business… money to be made everywhere. This world is crazy, no doubt about that. It is a challenge to find a laugh some days, but you must. I mean, really, cartooned tattoos smearing across the new global tribe - viral, trophy piercing and tight fat slacked, electric vibrations stealing the light straight out from our mothers womb into the hands of patterned powers… the wealthy high up there over there everywhere, their grids blanketed over the globe like creamy candy…. as if it was the only way…. but it's all wrong, sick, a complete scam, invisible to most…. and i’m the bad guy; shadows on the run, watching.
That's life here in modern times. It's hard to decipher just how to react, how dangerous is it all, should one fight, obey, step out, don't play, die miserable, laugh it off… how, how…. pick a religion… the days go on. Everybody's got an answer, they're nuts, really. I am not even popular with the punkers, rappers, the bladers, the thinkers, the wealthy, the poor, all the believers, junkies of data and juice and weird queers, all of-um. I am not popular at all and why should i be. This is depressing stuff, it can choke you up; if you’re not careful, it can swallow you down the wrong tube. The world is dying, yes, really, and only a few can see it. Most just want to dance, to anything, keep busy, lest you go insane….follow the crowd, be happy, save your ass, no body gives a damn for you in this world. You could die on the streets to heaven, be pinned against walls like a flick of graffiti, trampled down like a virtual rat.
Yup, it's up to you, protect yourself, make sure you got enough food, a place to sleep, a mansion for all your stuff. Get friends, please-um, compliment everywhere, smile no matter what. I am sick of this world today.
But it’s ok, i know how to escape, i'm an artist, a shadow. I find beauty everywhere, in the posture, in the light, in the dark, no matter to me, truth is entwined with beauty everywhere…..that's just the way it is. No matter where you are, what mess you got yourself into; focus, observe, see the form, you are not it, it is not you, you are something else, elusive, changing, not attached, a shadow. The world is a mess but you don't have to be. Help someone, in any way, be kind, everybody is fucked up, playing some cards of lies… that is the nature of thought itself, it is not as real as reality really likes you to think it is and very dangerous if misused and it will travel long miles to design another denial script for that vacuum in your mind and they're everywhere, watch out. Robots, Zombies. So my answer is: as usual, not mine, and blowin in the wind…. good luck.
So What.... And so what if i don't understand your dream if I'm lost in some sixties psychedelic love if i don't want to be a part of your scheme if you don't understand my dream if you can't see the theme or if you don't know what it means and so what if i die with no name or if i watch you go insane and so what, so what if the hills are inflame and the world is not to blame and the history of mankind dies quietly and all culture melts into the night and truth sits like a trans-king in the silent forest and so what if you can't see me the good I've done, the song I've sung its all just a dream, a vacuum, a light beam a mysterious illusion on the way towards nothing and everything all at once and so what if you can't see it, be it, feel it and so what, so what, so what.
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