This is a steady, patient little slow burn of a song. I suppose it's about our modern proclivity to quantify the world around us, rather than searching for deeper meaning. I must have developed some frustration with this phenomenon during my time in graduate school. It isn't so much that people never search for deeper meaning. That's the whole project of the arts after all. I guess my problem is that qualitative perspectives are so easily sunk by numbers in our culture. They amount to nothing but a nice addendum to the figures. It isn't right. Data drives us so deep down that our critical minds, and perhaps even our very hearts, are losing authority. Reader, Listener, please never cede the authority of your heart.
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At the center of the earth
Not far away from here at all
The buried rocks beneath the dirt
And the hot fire ball
When molten rocks push through the seam
To scorch the surface of the earth
We're never asking what it means
We only ask how it works