Within these walls, lies inside a story told to a young child.
Wherein this tale is a truth of a fable yarned
Inside this song hides painful realities
Beside the notes are chords of mentalities
and in the pitch are beats or normalities.
In my head In my song it’s listening in a heartbeat
it’s too fast it’s too long to shear any kind of meaning
I got myself and my codes give myself a little leaning
to the pros and the cons of this musical heartbeat
got to rest in my soul and find a little comfort
from the tearing ways and the life of discomfort
that I’m always a feeling, always a feeling.
Walk that road turn that corner open a door for another
We only know what we see and feel what we feel
We only live this life once and in happenstance
the meaning of it is lost.
the meaning is lost.
Carp your story to another line and break
from the tale you been tellin’
Where there’s always people yellin’
Telling you what to do work on the farm.
And tell this story and spin this yarn.
But I am telling you its all in your head
When you get out of your bed you can choose to go to work
then break with tradition and religion
go your own way. Go your own way.
And squash. Squash,Squash,Squash.
Squash it all in. Squash it all in.
To what you do and what you say.
To where you go and where you stay
Squash it all in.
Squash it all in.
Yeah!
I’ve been jamming on my keyboard this afternoon…
