It's been a while. I wrote inheritance almost three months ago. A lot has happened. I went to Paris to hang out in Montmartre for two weeks. I started making money again. Not a full time job; I've started consulting for toy companies. At first this took over a lot of my time and most of the back-burner space in my mind where ideas can sit and stew and slowly gain flavour. I started thinking about toys all the time. I'd wake up thinking about toys and fall asleep thinking about toys and while this was great for my toy projects, it definitely hurt songsbybert. With consulting I find myself on the phone and computer answering short questions often enough that I'm distracted from anything that requires complete focus. To really create something special it takes long periods of solitary focus. Realizing this, I've started wondering if we live in a deadbeat culture? All these people working away, but never really focusing or doing clever work because of the constant distractions of typing emails, going to meetings, playing politics and the chatter of open concept offices. Anyways, to get that time to focus I've blocked off mornings. Simple as that. As soon as I claimed that time as my own I found I was hearing music and imagining new projects again. This song is about the philosophical idea of 'freedom' and finding a 'sweet revolution' in accepting your own limitations and fetters. It's from the perspective of a tree and a boy at the same time.
I could stay with you, I could stay with you, 'cause I can't be alone.
I could be your pocket, hold onto your wallet, you'd be so happy to have me.
I don't care to be free, I don't think I could exist that way
I'd have no leaves, if it wasn't for these roots,
I'd have no view, if it wasn't for these hiking boots,
I'd have no smiles, if it wasn't for these tears,
I'd have no song, if it wasn't for the last 2 years
(It's the sweetest revolution that you ever did see)
I could stay with you, I could stay with you, 'cause I can't be alone. Besides, I find inside me there's a light bulb, livin' in this dark place, you hide it if it's man made, livin' like a lamp shade. Crawlin' like a lobster, hidin' under water, stuck here in this wooden cage, re-writing the same old page.
I can't be alone (tree and boy overlap for this one line, both meaning something different).
I don't care to be free, I don't think I could exist that way.
I'd have no leaves, it wasn't for these roots,
I'd have no view, if it wasn't for these hiking boots,
I'd have no smiles, if it wasn't for these tears,
I'd have no song, if it wasn't for the last 2 years
(It's the sweetest revolution that you ever did see)
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