The world around can overload the senses and can overwhelm. It's life at a slower pace.
through it all, it’s time to me
don't it seem an awful lot to me It's an awful lot to me every day’s a different mess, and when i say now i mean it, it’s time to turn your mind in the present day it has been a while since i’ve seen the sun set. in the belly of the beast lies nothing but a bad day |
in a horrible temperment, i’ll be hunting through the layers, searching slowly for a prayer
in the nick of time an offer comes erase the weights outside. sunk in a deep new sea, somewhere else we will never be the same, we will have to change the game it’s fine to be a mess in this mess and i see flowerbeds |
It's funny really. I sometimes hear that if you wish for something enough, it can miraculously manifest itself.
I suppose there was many things that I did not loathe when we went into lockdown. Productivity was high for myself–– I basically wrote a whole album across 200 days of isolating at home and I rekindled a healthy relationship with my introverted self. But I supposed if there was an outcome where I wrote the album, improved myself AND people didn't die en masse and the economy wasn't ruined, I would much prefer that.
This was my first ever monkey's paw situation, and it was probably the biggest one ever.
I suppose there was many things that I did not loathe when we went into lockdown. Productivity was high for myself–– I basically wrote a whole album across 200 days of isolating at home and I rekindled a healthy relationship with my introverted self. But I supposed if there was an outcome where I wrote the album, improved myself AND people didn't die en masse and the economy wasn't ruined, I would much prefer that.
This was my first ever monkey's paw situation, and it was probably the biggest one ever.
and i don't really mind it when the world gets quiet
gives the world the time to breathe
and i don’t really care if the world isn’t there
through it all, it’s time to me
don't it seem an awful lot to
me
It's an awful lot to me
gives the world the time to breathe
and i don’t really care if the world isn’t there
through it all, it’s time to me
don't it seem an awful lot to
me
It's an awful lot to me
I suppose when thunder did strike, the negative repercussions brought out some awfulness in so many people. All the theories and fake news that were thrown around about the origin and authenticity of the coronavirus added fuel to flames and built prejudices that divided people. It was a weird time. Even dealing with all that hate being thrown around was a lot and demanded a retreat into a quieter world for me.
after i shrink into a thistle
don't you think it's a waste, to be seated
won’t you touch me again? won’t you touch me again?
don't you realise you're so lucky that you've
don't you see how easy life can be when you live in a fuel cell?
there's little fires destroying me
don't you think it's a waste, to be seated
won’t you touch me again? won’t you touch me again?
don't you realise you're so lucky that you've
don't you see how easy life can be when you live in a fuel cell?
there's little fires destroying me
(Unashamedly, I took many queues from this song, including the production, tonality and overall feel).
I suppose retreating to a quieter world was a lingering thought in my head well before the thunder did strike. The pre-amble was definitely there in my head but as events unfolded everything became more clearer and capable of being easily understood by everyone.
in the thunder of a quiet day, rearranging boxes, sombre as the sun that’s so concealed.
as the barber on the corner closes in the maelstrom, we can throw our hair onto the floor
you're not alone in this mess!
go tend your flowerbeds
and i don't really mind it when the world gets quiet
gives the world the time to breathe
and i don’t really care if the world isn’t there
it's an awful lot to me
as you dump your hate on all those people, even as the truth comes out, you wanna throw your anger as
time keeps me to an anchor.
choking on my past contributions, i want to see the sun.
you're not alone in this mess!
go tend your flowerbeds
you're something in this mess
do you see flowerbeds!
and i don't really mind it when the world gets quiet
gives the world the time to breathe
and i don’t really care if the world isn’t there
it's an awful lot to me
you're not alone in this mess!
go tend your flowerbeds
as the barber on the corner closes in the maelstrom, we can throw our hair onto the floor
you're not alone in this mess!
go tend your flowerbeds
and i don't really mind it when the world gets quiet
gives the world the time to breathe
and i don’t really care if the world isn’t there
it's an awful lot to me
as you dump your hate on all those people, even as the truth comes out, you wanna throw your anger as
time keeps me to an anchor.
choking on my past contributions, i want to see the sun.
you're not alone in this mess!
go tend your flowerbeds
you're something in this mess
do you see flowerbeds!
and i don't really mind it when the world gets quiet
gives the world the time to breathe
and i don’t really care if the world isn’t there
it's an awful lot to me
you're not alone in this mess!
go tend your flowerbeds
This was the first song with words that was completed for this album.