Here's a little existential ditty I wrote while spending a few days of alone/quiet time in Oregon. After mom died, my sister and I would always text each other this question, half-serious, half-joking. I started thinking about that question and then it turned into a whole song's worth of questions on the topic. I still don't have the answer, but as my friend puts it: "It's a conundrum...but it beats the alternative." Lyrics:
1. Is it a wall is it a well, is it a building or a bridge? Sometimes it’s hard for me to tell what fucking structure even is Is it a snake in the grass, is it a flower in the weeds? What does it take, what does it ask, what does it give, what does it need? CHORUS What even is life? Just a place to live and die find someone to love and say goodbye? 2. Call me Godless call me faithless call me a sinner call me brainless Call me devil call me rival point to pages in your Bible Preach of gold up in the heavens, warn of flames that burn in hell Go head pretend to be an expert on shit you don’t know so well What even is life? Just a car you don’t know how to drive and you’ll never make it out alive? 3. Is it kind of arbitrary but a little bit on purpose? Time is precious and it’s scary but it’s make-believe and worthless Are we ignorant are we brilliant, are we fixed or are we fluid? Are we floating on forever are we rotting where we’re rooted? What even is life? Just a place that we call home to live together and die alone?
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