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Defying explanation
You could leave yourself behind
Good enough for conversation
This could be the end of time
Filling up your field of vision
Bearing down above the sky
Introduced a vast explosion
Burning up we wonder why
Sit around and talk about it
Speculation on the evening news
Can you assign a shred of meaning
A talking point we all could use
If you were underneath the cataclysm
A tiny mass of living cells
Could you derive from collective wisdom
Any comfort knowing we’d lived well?
Even at the end
Clinging to the Earth
We’re overwhelmed to know
That life is a long shot we hit so well
All us teeming surface creatures
Building stuff and tearing it down
It’s perhaps our strangest feature
Burning everything around
If a black hole opened above us
I think we’d name it Jesus Christ
Problem is it ain’t the savior
Just gravity sucking up life
Even at the end
Clinging to the Earth
I’m overwhelmed to know
That life is a long shot
So fragile and exposed
Rare and completely unique to us
Notes
I couldn’t help myself: I’ve written another song about the end of the world. The celestial drama that unfolded at the end of last week was just too much to ignore. We were all transfixed looking one way at an impressive asteroid passing the Earth as close as anybody can remember, and meanwhile from the other direction a meteor the size of a bus explodes over Russia in a once in a century impact. The lesson? We can’t and won’t be able to stop all of these rocks in space from doing just what they will do. It makes you think about the fragility of life as we know it. For all we know, it exists here and only here; a tiny green island in a vastness of cold, indifferent lifelessness. It is no wonder that a good many people, myself included, spend their lives preoccupied with the transience of it all, and the inevitability that it will come to an end. This is a song about the contradicting nature of humanity that simultaneously eggs the universe on to snuff us out, and clings to life with childlike desperation. I think the end of this tune is the prettiest thing that I’ve come up with in a good while.
~M.E.
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I agree. The last few line are your prettiest in along time if not the best ever. For sure the poetry of this week goes way beyodf the average once a week internet blog. It is profound.
dude that part about the black hole was poetry man