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Navigating The Windward Passage

Sometimes you stumble upon your self, expressed by someone else. This song has been around for a while and I’ve listened to it a hundered times. Today I found out what’s so compelling about it. It is pointing to the relief in letting go of the desire to be someone you’re not. It’s the middle finger response to confusion and mistaken identity. It’s the force of “Being As It Is” telling “Pretending To Be” bye bye. It’s the manifestation of unbound, wild energy. Just like everything else. But this particular expression is pointing directly at itself. Dig It. Be It

 

Drinking deathwish
Nights can’t save this.
Glasseyed slackjaws
Scream from safe homes.
I’ve got it wrong.
Time and again,
Song after song.
You’ve got answers:
Killing to please,
Swooning disasters.
So inventory me,
Drop me in your fishbowl.
I’m dying to breathe
Through your tight pigeon hole.

A dead man in dead dreams
When I’m gone you won’t miss me.
You’re dying to fist me

Out of the closet
And into the fire.
Out of these dumb
Little quips that inspire.
Outright outrage
Enrages you now.
You’re lifeless and sticky.
Kicking dead cows.
Fuck you sound.

One shot, all wrong.
One lie, all gone.
So cry for yourselves,
I’ll die with my own help.
These words are mine
And this grave that we share
Time after time
Chokes my life out
While you ask yourselves
What I’m crying about.
Well, these tears that are falling
Are wetting deaf ears.
You cry for your protests
And say I don’t care.
I couldn’t care less
I don’t answer to you.
I couldn’t care less
If you’re repulsed
Through and through.

A dead man in dead dreams
When I’m gone you won’t miss me.
You’re dying to fist me

Out of the closet
And into the fire.
Out of these dumb
Little quips that inspire.
Outright outrage
Enrages you now.
You’re lifeless and sticky.
Kicking dead cows.
Fuck you sound.

When it’s all said and done,
Did you really think
That you were the only one?
You were here before you,
You’ll be here when you’re gone.
Just another lemming
Humming protest songs.

Out of the closet
And into the fire.
Out of these dumb
Little quips that inspire.
Outright outrage
Enrages you now.
You’re lifeless and sticky.
Kicking dead cows.
Fuck you sound.

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2 responses to “Navigating The Windward Passage

  1. seeingwhatis 2012/11/08 at 11:33

    Gerorge Harrison had it all – and can witness “it” wasn’t there. Then he found him self. Listen to his songs with your new ears 🙂

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