#83: Evocative

I started writing this melody over top of song 82. At some point I realized I should just start my next song and leave 82 alone. That was three weeks ago. I'm a lot busier with other projects now but that's not the reason it took so long. I had an argument with a good friend of mine two weeks ago. We had talked once before about movies where the hero gets forced into an insane asylum and no one believes that they're sane and the more the scream that they're sane and they've been abducted the more people think they're actually crazy. Well, ironically, after the argument I felt like I was being held captive in my friend's private little insane asylum where any thought I had that conflicted with the interest of the directors only increased my likelihood of electro shock therapy. I've realized that one of my big fears is the power of mob thinking to distort reality. I've also realized over the last few years that logic has no place in history. There are quite a few examples in the last 10 years where the 'best interest of the community' (from local communities all the way up to the global community) has not been a guiding principle for that community's leadership. I'm not saying the world is a bad place because I don't think that but I do believe that at some point in our lives things may get bad and when they do, logic will have no power. It seems to me that bad thinking by an individual gets attacked but if that individual meets another individual who also thinks badly, their self-esteem gets reinforced and they gain momentum. They may attract another bad thinker and suddenly they have a group of bad thinkers all buying each other drinks. Eventually this group turns into a mob of bad thinkers, they grant themselves the seal of logic and a new altered logic is born that's just as valid and relevant as the original 'good' thinking. Logic is not logical. That's the insane asylum I'm scared of. 

We talk, I have a thought,
And I share it with you.

You think I'm wrong,

That fine, cause you thought it all along,

You're mad at me, you're sad,

And now you want to kill me,

You think that I must be crazy. 

You know, your thinking is just a bug you've trained, 

Nothing I say can make him change his mind,

Nothing I say can make him look behind,

    

Why are you so Evocative, 

Demure and becoming?

In this white room wondering,

If i scream will they come running?

White coats and bugs for scrubbing, 

In this hospital of yours.   

We fight, I know I'm right,

But it doesn't make much sense,

I think you think i must be crazy. 

You're wrong, I knew it all along,

But I'm about to lose my mind

You think if I think I'm sane I must be crazy.