So when you asked me,
"what happens when we die?"
I said, "our minds go in the ground
without a sound."
But you didn't believe me
even when I said
"the electricity
stops within our heads"
And now you're thinking,
"what's she thinking
now that she is gone?"
she's not thinking anything!
The soul's just what the mind does
There's nothing in front of you,
Nothing to comprehend
No endless buffet
no non-stop TV
There's no puffy clouds
no vast expanse of black
your frame of reference is gone
just try to get it back
And now you're thinking,
"what's she thinking
now that she is gone?"
she's not thinking anything!
The soul's just what the mind does
Buses empty going nowhere
Buildings empty filled with no one
People living dying dead
Airplanes crashing into nothing
Nothing not even a sound
Just empty spaces, empty words
The ghosts of parking lots
The absent look on your face
Buildings empty at 5 o'clock
Ants scurry underground
As giants lumber overhead
Shaking the foundations below
Nothing not even a sound
Just empty spaces, empty words
The ghosts of parking lots
The absent look on your face
Stars flutter like teeth
Lean in your frame,
draw in your streets.
Homes, sprawled by the creek.
If we must grow stale,
we'll grow stale by degrees
We never know what we're doing,
But we're doing it now.
We never know what we're doing.
Soft grunts of the earth;
councils of men,
choirs of dirt.
Franchise front page with copyright words.
Piles of bones
scratched out and blurred.
We never know what we're doing,
But we're doing it now.
We never know what we're doing.
I can hardly bear to see it.
I can hardly bear to see it.
I can hardly bear to see it, now.
Wake up, the lights are blurry
as the rain comes down
over my window
Pull on a sweater
get out of bed
get ready for a new day
I'm ready for the troubles of real life and ready to dive right into the thick of it all
Maybe we could go to Paris
or Amsterdam
or maybe to Winnipeg
Wake up, the lights are blurry
streets slick
my sight is failing
I want you to save me
Someone told me about a man
who lifted a building
high above his head
while he solved math problems
I just have to find out for myself
He's the world's tallest man
Someone told me he couldn't walk
without a cane
he doesn't know his name
or where he came from (do any of us?)
What if he can't even tie his own shoes without your help?
I guess I'll have to find out for myself
He's the world's tallest man
Someone told me he's fine with being
nothing more than myth
an urban legend
to get the kids to learn right from wrong.
Can that even happen?
Is it right to assume that things will work out?
In the end, probably not.
I guess I'll have to find out for myself.
about
Recorded 2 June 2012 at Tri-State Sound. Eight microphones were used. Lunch by Trifon's Pizza.
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