The matter about this matter
is that we created it
mind create matter
mind over matter
and boys and girls
we've lost our fukking minds
don'cha feel it too?
go the lyrics to the song...
don'cha feel it too?
Well, what's to do?
Burying myself in the immediacy
of the moment
I ignore all else that lurks
outside my sandcastle walls
Ah...I get the feeling
the universe is telling me
it will soon be time to go
(emulating the birds in
"Who Knows Where The Time Goes")
and it's saying; See, there ain't that much left
for you to miss out on anymore.
The world is one by one
closing up shop on the things you love.
Ah, ya know what I mean
just look around
Pollyanna has left the building
And if you think it's going to get better
all on its own
and magically right itself again
after this little cosmic glitch--
I'm here to splash some cold water
on that stupidly grinning mug
We're going to have to think our way
out of this one
a crisis of the spirit
We're going to have to call upon
science and religion
our best minds
on the job
(and beyond that...
we should ask ourselves is HE
the sick comedian
we've always suspected?)
There's no other way
because
it poured into my heart
there's love
and there's fear
that's it
the two dynamics of the universe
And so we're going to have to think
our way out of this one
We're going to have to scratch
and claw our way out of this one
We're going to have to
kick and spit and cuss
We're going to have to go down
swinging on this one
We're going to have to love ourselves
out of this one
