Letra de Dreaming #3
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Dedicated to Gabe Marx
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I. Agnostalgia
They say you can never go home again
But you're youngbravestupidsmart enough to ask whether
Maybe you can, after all, go to your home-away-from-home again
From the onset, manicpanic sets in
You're yelling, laughing, sweating, running,
Lifting up unfamiliar children to the sun
You feel guilty, looking as you do unragged, unworn
Clean, fresh and well-slept
You bruise your face contorting it in a way you suddenly recognize seeing your who life
On the faces of those who Returned
The face conveys a wide gamut of emotion
Relief wrapped in regret, covered with joy, tempered with unfamiliarity
You don't know if you miss it or not
Agnostalgia creeps in
From your vantage point overlooking the valley
You start to notice a paradox
You can see the perimeter, can see with captioned labels the names of each component
You know its underlying mechanics are simple and few and well-documented
The roads are 1:72 scale
The people are much tinier than when you lived there
You now know it's nothing but a scale model
Of Middle School
Of Government
Of Society at large
Your vantage point insists that this place is so small
And yet, here you are swimming in it
Seeing it stretch out to the horizon with no end in sight
Inside it, a multiverse of swirling storylines
Infinitely interchangeable socio-pycho-sexual relationships
In every conceivable combination
You are nearly drowning in it and you go with the flow because it's just so easy
And you are separate from it forever and also a part of it always
You watch children at play
And your perspectives spirals outward beyond your control
And like a painting of a painting of a painter painting a landscape
You realize that one of them
Doesn't just remind you of you
He is you
And you remember that you started out as someone taller than you
And you suppose he must have started out as someone taller than him
And that it must stretch further back with each previous generation remaining forever taller
In the minds of its descendents
Which would necessarily dictate an uppermost echelon of progenitors of your youness
Who would have to be as big as galaxies
And yet, they are trapped inside this bubble in the same way a part of you will always be trapped there
And you look at the outside
And you know like the back of your heart what's inside and you think:
How can this tiny bubble hold?
II. Dislocation
When you return from any trip, but most notably a longer stay,
And you come back Home
You get that feeling that everything was moved
Just a little bit
And things are the wrong color or the wrong relative size
The air smells funny
All the while, of course, everything feels exactly the same
You have obviously always known this fact from the first time you strangely found
Your toys exactly how you left them in media res
But somehow ever so slightly askew
Like they had all gotten up and moved around while you were gone
And were just really good at remembering where you left them
The thing is, the new thing is, the strange things is
You always pegged the Ennui of the Return
As a natural by-product of leaving a superior location to return to your creature comforts
Sure you were happy to have YOUR stuff back (you love your stuff)
It's just that things were bettersimplerfasterslower way back
Before
In Grassisgreenerville
What's new what's strange is to discover
This feeling of Dislocation accompanies any return
No matter how much you need to get home
It won't be the home in your head
And getting back won't make it that place
Because you can't go Home again
III. Appreciation Buzz
Take that buzz
The Appreciation Buzz that comes to you unbidden
While you open your heart's ears or point it's one piercing eye
At something you just can't help but love unabashedly
The Appreciation Buzz does not ignore flaws
It celebrates them or simply lets them be
Telling you with raised arm hair or bodily tingling
That this thing before you is Good
You take that buzz and you turn it on yourself
And you think about the surprisingly unscientific storage capacity of small bubbles
And you think about you
And how maybe you hold galaxies too
And how maybe we made God and the Stars made us
And how you are special just like everyone else
Because everyone else is made from the same stuff you are
You start to wonder if maybe since we all, everything in creation,
Come from the same thing, we could all in the end happily return to it
But you can't go home again
lyrics
I. Agnostalgia
They say you can never go home again
But you're youngbravestupidsmart enough to ask whether
Maybe you can, after all, go to your home-away-from-home again
From the onset, manicpanic sets in
You're yelling, laughing, sweating, running,
Lifting up unfamiliar children to the sun
You feel guilty, looking as you do unragged, unworn
Clean, fresh and well-slept
You bruise your face contorting it in a way you suddenly recognize seeing your who life
On the faces of those who Returned
The face conveys a wide gamut of emotion
Relief wrapped in regret, covered with joy, tempered with unfamiliarity
You don't know if you miss it or not
Agnostalgia creeps in
From your vantage point overlooking the valley
You start to notice a paradox
You can see the perimeter, can see with captioned labels the names of each component
You know its underlying mechanics are simple and few and well-documented
The roads are 1:72 scale
The people are much tinier than when you lived there
You now know it's nothing but a scale model
Of Middle School
Of Government
Of Society at large
Your vantage point insists that this place is so small
And yet, here you are swimming in it
Seeing it stretch out to the horizon with no end in sight
Inside it, a multiverse of swirling storylines
Infinitely interchangeable socio-pycho-sexual relationships
In every conceivable combination
You are nearly drowning in it and you go with the flow because it's just so easy
And you are separate from it forever and also a part of it always
You watch children at play
And your perspectives spirals outward beyond your control
And like a painting of a painting of a painter painting a landscape
You realize that one of them
Doesn't just remind you of you
He is you
And you remember that you started out as someone taller than you
And you suppose he must have started out as someone taller than him
And that it must stretch further back with each previous generation remaining forever taller
In the minds of its descendents
Which would necessarily dictate an uppermost echelon of progenitors of your youness
Who would have to be as big as galaxies
And yet, they are trapped inside this bubble in the same way a part of you will always be trapped there
And you look at the outside
And you know like the back of your heart what's inside and you think:
How can this tiny bubble hold?
II. Dislocation
When you return from any trip, but most notably a longer stay,
And you come back Home
You get that feeling that everything was moved
Just a little bit
And things are the wrong color or the wrong relative size
The air smells funny
All the while, of course, everything feels exactly the same
You have obviously always known this fact from the first time you strangely found
Your toys exactly how you left them in media res
But somehow ever so slightly askew
Like they had all gotten up and moved around while you were gone
And were just really good at remembering where you left them
The thing is, the new thing is, the strange things is
You always pegged the Ennui of the Return
As a natural by-product of leaving a superior location to return to your creature comforts
Sure you were happy to have YOUR stuff back (you love your stuff)
It's just that things were bettersimplerfasterslower way back
Before
In Grassisgreenerville
What's new what's strange is to discover
This feeling of Dislocation accompanies any return
No matter how much you need to get home
It won't be the home in your head
And getting back won't make it that place
Because you can't go Home again
III. Appreciation Buzz
Take that buzz
The Appreciation Buzz that comes to you unbidden
While you open your heart's ears or point it's one piercing eye
At something you just can't help but love unabashedly
The Appreciation Buzz does not ignore flaws
It celebrates them or simply lets them be
Telling you with raised arm hair or bodily tingling
That this thing before you is Good
You take that buzz and you turn it on yourself
And you think about the surprisingly unscientific storage capacity of small bubbles
And you think about you
And how maybe you hold galaxies too
And how maybe we made God and the Stars made us
And how you are special just like everyone else
Because everyone else is made from the same stuff you are
You start to wonder if maybe since we all, everything in creation,
Come from the same thing, we could all in the end happily return to it
But you can't go home again
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