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track 5 of 9 from the 2019 album "lunacy + the second naïveté" by closetjudas.
“wherever it is we find ourselves, the gravity of our situation demands that we act, yet the most human response is not flight to some distant hoped-for eden above, nor to fall to the ground in hopeless despair...we need a different story to live by, one that isn’t about abandoning this world, but committing to it. to transition into such a myth – one that pushes us beyond our ache for transcendence – we will need to go to new places and do new things. the first step towards this will surely be about learning to love, looking outwards from the self, upwards from the ground even though we know that it will – at some unknown time – take us” (from “getting high: a savage journey to the heart of the dream of flight” by kester brewin).
made to be confined / drawn to take our leave from earth though infallibly we land / bound by physics, down to dust (sky is calling) increase our efforts to depart / desolations overwhelm but no force that we expend / can effect desired ascent (we keep falling) still we try + fail; repeat / long for any place but here til we get to where we want / find that “there” is carbon-copied (sky is calling) could it be that we are wrong? / error in the calculation what if we weren’t build for flight / we’re terrestrial, not projectiles (we keep falling)
valid (the password isn’t working) launch code (and it’s not just your memory) missing (the vessel’s clearly broken – maybe it was never meant to be a getaway) reset (rest your feet upon the solid ground) anchor (find a chair, make yourself a drink) fulcrum (life’s the hinge on which we turn – the grave’s our horizon)
all attempts at peace / speed the progress of regression emptiness behind the veil / poured concrete; no transcendental (sky is falling) there’s no mass that is enough / there’s no changing bleak inertia motionless we all remain / dreaming up suspended bodies (we keep calling) feckless emptying of self / can’t escape our own daydreaming only long to lift away / hit the gravel – featherless (sky is falling) we remain simple machines / gaikokujin of the clouds pivot-point of non-existence / lacking contact; feeling spectral (we keep calling)
it’s no secret that we are each mortal all vitality will soon relapse our significance is expiring another useless book upon a shelf with each breath the void is getting closer no rescue plan will ever succeed better to deny illusion’s death-grip when so little of our selves remain instead of vainly reaching upward make-believing with our eyes closed tight accept as given we are wingless creatures and that we cannot take our leave from this place if we happen to regain our footing existing will not be made much easier but we might find what we thought had been lost is found securely planted in the dirt
valid launch code missing reset anchor fulcrum, fulcrum