I Will Turn You Inside Out
Driving home today, we listened to Bright Eyes. Lifted and Motion Sickness. Bright Eyes makes me think about a lot of things. I started thinking about how material everything has become, how altered every basic human function now is. Sitting there, music blaring, I wanted to feel human. I wanted to be close. I wanted the feeling of skin touching skin, nobody around, under the covers. Isn't is ridiculous to realize that the only primeval function of love is sex? It's the only thing left that is carnal, instinctive, natural. I want to feel human.
Too bad that is a completely terrifying thought on so many levels.
Don't know when, but it will come, and we'll finally know the way out of here.
And I will throw away this wrinkled map and my chart of stars and compass, cracked
And I'll climb that tree all wet with sap, to avoid the hungry beasts below
Too bad that is a completely terrifying thought on so many levels.
Don't know when, but it will come, and we'll finally know the way out of here.
And I will throw away this wrinkled map and my chart of stars and compass, cracked
And I'll climb that tree all wet with sap, to avoid the hungry beasts below