Today I wrote about reckoning with escapism. I feel like most people are trying to untether themselves from themselves. We do it through fiction, politics, daydreams, sports, the news, work, delusions of grandeur, film, TV, shopping and on and on and on and on. I do it all the time, because my job is mundane, and because it can be really fun. I'm not here to say that we should never seek solace from ourselves outside of ourselves. Maybe we shouldn't do it quite so much. This song is about being ok with being ordinary, and loving the extraordinary things about an ordinary life.
lyrics
Melting to the sidewalk
My imagination gets going
I'll never be a radio star
But I guess there's nothing wrong
With being just like everyone else
Everybody's losing it
They're barking like dogs in heat
They will never be president
Ease up, there's something free
About being real like everyone else
The light shone down on you
The perfect hour's holy light
My thoughts are crystal clear
My perfect shining crystal thoughts
Flying over rooftops
My imagination gets going
I ain't never been a common man
I got fists that can punch through thick steel walls
I just wanna be seen for me
And with you on a summer evening
And we're sweating through our shirts but it doesn't matter
Who'd want to be Spider-Man?
I know there's something free
About being real like everyone else
The light shone down on you
The perfect hour's holy light
My thoughts are crystal clear
My perfect shining crystal thoughts