By Peter Weng
Lyrics:
Grey skies running over the sound
Horns blaring, lights flashing all around
Sensory overload but I don’t see
Total self-absorption – it’s all about me
I’ve got nothing to say but I can’t stop talking
On blankets and mats, the vendors keep hawking
I’m going a million miles a minute with nowhere to go
But I’ve got to keep on running just to stay in the show
My mind is cluttered when it should be clear
Desire, angst, and want are coupled with fear
I’m all over the place, high and low
Complete attachment, I don’t know how to let go
Running around just to get the reward
Too busy to be tired, too tired to be bored
Backlit and highlighted,
The rare bird’s been sighted,
Shipwreck’s been righted,
Buildings unblighted,
But were you invited?
Ego towers over the horizon
It gets so bad I’ve got to close my eyes and then
Open them again so I can see
That the sun is shining and I’m actually free
I think my icon is a golden calf
That I should tear apart and rend in half
But if I do I don’t know what I’ll have left
Will I feel enlightened or just bereft…
at what I have lost, hollow and gaunt
Emptiness is my goal, but is that really what I want?
The doubters are many, in fact they’re the majority
But their values aren’t mine, not as far as I can see
Got to let it go
Moving pictures hypnotize
Blurring the lines between truth and lies
Deep and shallow, genuine and fake
If you don’t know what to believe, what kind of choices can you make?
So just follow along, get in line,
Lay back and relax your mind
The camera never stops rolling
The camera never stops rolling
The camera never stops rolling or so Ronnie said
But I want to chuck that concept on its head
If it’s all about image, who needs knowledge?
Then hair cream and smiles are more valuable than college
At the same time a lot of learning’s misguided
Not expanding vision just cramming facts in my head
Achievements I question, they’re less solid than vapor
Diplomas and money are just pieces of paper
Got to let it go
Back to nature
Back to nature
Back to nature is roots, yet totally artificial
We’re so far from the content, it’s just the interstitial
The road less traveled is the same as the highway
Intellectual advancement or just moral decay?
Big city madness, small town insanity
Location and mindset where do you want to be?
Urban idyll, problems of rural sprawl
Can’t have everything but you want it all
End up with nothing though you want it all
Got to let it go