it's scary, but i know it is time
to delve deep into the core and do what i know i must
for many years somehow avoided
when i started this band it is all i wanted
and i will be happy with this band, because it is still
all i ever want
but in a band with so many variables
we keep talkng about the many variables
all we ever talk about is how many variables
that drill in the reality
of reliance
and lack of independence
co-dependence that breeds on this ground
we are dependant on others
I am dependant on you
on the whim or fancy of them
one day they want off the ride and it falls apart
everyones lives effectively affected
like wheels on the auto
like spokes of a tire
like the legs of a table, a chair, a family
we are a band and by virtue we cannot exist alone
co-dependence breeds on this ground
co-dependence lives here
in the lives musicians, for we must coexist to create anything real
like a beating we must keep on taking
for artists breathe and live together
as a world we depend on each other
it's a sad day for me
it's dooms day for me
i realize i must move
this path i must forge
a fork
do you realize how hard it is to break and repair break repair break repair in order to create
do you realize how sick it makes some feel
to think of this as just another business deal
but i will but i will
when there are those who need more to breed more
art and creation
i suffer at their beck and call
like a beating we must keep on taking
co-dependence breeds on this ground
co-dependence lives here
not if i am strong
not if i have will
not if i forge ahead
not if i work hard
not if i truly follow my heart
-motor wilson
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
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