There I was just sitting… minding my own business
When the voice from above spoke to me
“Why would anyone want tranquility?”
There’d be no satisfaction in habitation
There’d be no thrill in the strive to stay alive
Just try to not let the thrill overspill and kill
How can I stay sitting in the business of success
Balancing the scale between worthless and excess
On this day, I heard Her say to me
“You know my availability?”
I’m aware you’re always there
“Record this for all posterity”
I won’t rest ’till I do my best
LYRICS
The world seems less wild
If you can crack a smile
The beasts turn more mild
Now let’s dance a while
And a 1 and a 2
Here’s a smile for you
Ya know… do the Do-si-do
And Skip to My Lou
Put your left foot in
Put your left foot out
Shout! Win-win
Do the hoochie coochie coo
LYRICS
While under the attack of a hawk
I heard a bluejay say, “Squawk!”
As I looked around…
I found… something fishy… wishy-washy
The mirage of camouflage
All the while your style
Appearing perched on the edge of the ledge
Like you might jump at any moment
But, wait a minute!
You mean…
All the while before a blue-screen
I mean
All the while before a green-screen?
The mirage of camouflage
Gonna call your bluff
On crying “wolf”
Gonna chill your marrow
When you discover you’re really in peril
You’ve become sterile
So much for tomorrow
Written and recorded live along the Brandywine Creek between Lenape and Chadds Ford, Chester County, Pennsylvania, USA. It was inspired by the wildlife and the imminent danger that humans present (in particular due to global warming.) There was a sucker fish lying on the bottom with camouflage that made it look like shadows.
LYRICS
If you just have dessert
How can you have “just dessert”
Becoming a spoiled thing
Chorus
When you hide behind a veil
Don’t you think it’ll pale
In comparison
When you scream to no avail
You’ve come to the end of the rail (trail)
Feel compression
If you fail to inhale
How to compare a breath of fresh air
Becoming a soiled thing
Chorus
It’s hard to find the truth
Born silver spoon in mouth
Delivered a thing… spoiled
A song written from Earth’s point-of-view. After all, how would you like people walking all over you? Written and recorded live in West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania, USA.