Your hands are bleeding
And what can you say?
And again later on
You can’t believe it
You done something wrong…
And I know what the future brings
Such fast and shocking things
Such love and death we’re fed
Defying everything we’ve ever done or said…
And down on the ground
There’s constant motion
You can’t hear a sound
And if you fall to your knees
And kiss the sidewalk
In this you’ll believe
And I know what the future says
We’ll live then lay to rest
We’ll strive to once express
The truth we hold inside as counterweight
As ballast in our lives
Tragic this community of isolated minds
Beautiful and always reaching
Human beings are pretty predictable. If you want to know what the future holds, look to the past. It is likely that in the future, human beings will struggle with themselves and one another. They will wage campaigns that will do harm, and interests will subvert movements that will seek to balance the scales. Little by little though, they will chip away at injustice, seeking an apex that they will likely never reach. They will look for solace in intricate personal lives, loving each other, hating each other, bringing out the best and worst in each other, and all the while each one will be truly separated from the rest. I think that all of human struggle can be traced to the ultimate isolation that we inevitably face. No matter how intimate the relationships we cultivate, our minds are our own, and any attempt at communication is a mediated struggle against the barrier of our individuality. Every human endeavor from a hug to an atom bomb somehow reflects this reality. I think this is why we think about God, whether or not you think God is really there. God is an expression of our collective desperation to know that somebody in the cosmos can truly know us from the inside. God understands our motivations in a way we cannot express. When we are bad, God knows why. When our words are inadequate, God reads our intent. It is no wonder that such a figure can command legions. In the mean time, we’ll live out our lives, sure of only the thoughts in our heads, pushing against a barrier that we can never move. But the really beautiful part is how hard we push; how badly we want to reach each other. Therein lies some kind of hope.
Here’s hoping your Monday doesn’t totally suck.
I’m working through my arsenal of instruments, featuring only one per week until I’ve written a song on each one. After that, it’s back to business as usual. Feel free to prolong this project by buying me more instruments.
melodica, banjo, tenor ukelele, guitalele, nylon stringed acoustic guitar, steel stringed acoustic guitar, mandolin, electric guitar, electric bass, synthesizer, and human voice.