© pagan wanderer lu 2010
Banish Negative Thoughts
I've painted myself into a corner
Can't help but feel that some form of depression
How can I
Try to inhabit my animal nature
spent so long staring into the abyss
There's not a solution to every problem and there's just too much to know
Even The Cacti
When life ain't a ball pool
Like a nest full of chirping baby birds
And I fear that I'll turn into one of them
I'll pay the bills but that's it
Life should be a ball pool
I watch the fireworks
I fear that I'll turn into one of them
All lyrics written by Andy Regan
Banish Negative Thoughts
bogged down by evidence based conclusions
reading of entrails
means nothing to me
may in fact be the only sane reaction
to a world
that's heading for an epic fail
banish negative thoughts
when everything's so unbearably awful?
but I trip over my own cynicism
bark like a dog
walk like an egyptian
If the end days come I might not even notice
Flesh eating zombies look like friday night crowds to me
Confused by the binaries? Just draw your hard line down the middle of the road
Chaos Theory and compassion fatigue become the pillars of our church
But starving children can't eat relativism
Can we not just do what works?
the height limits are set by the men at a desk up a mountain
I sometimes fear I'll turn into one of them
but I'm thinking about beats when I'm supposed to be working
life demands that you open a can of worms
When you're writing spreadsheets for The Man
It's hard to feel that you're part of a divine plan
Grasp the nettle, step outside
watch the christmas tree lights
it takes an input transducer to get that effect
we don't have to destroy to dissect
but I'm thinking about synths when I'm supposed to be working
When I purchase pineapples
I forget to consume one in every two
I don't want the rest of that shit
I'm not cut out for an adult life
every plant I've ever owned has died
Even the cacti...
the only rules are written by the people that we'll soon be replacing
If I get to 92 life will still be new
still books to get through
what if a universe lives and dies with every roman candle?
What if a god's eye view considers me and you mere specks in a pretty explosion?
and I'm thinking about death when I'm supposed to be working
I never knew a straight and narrow life
could feel so messed up as this
©2010