Drive Time / Pando

Yesterday morning on my drive into work there was construction on my normal route. One of the turn lanes was blocked and there was quite a backup. So I decided to take a different route. Later I heard on the radio that further down that same road a semi was flipped over. Sometimes you gotta take a different route, even if it’s just to break up the everyday routine.

Later in the day I had quite the creative streak. Perhaps it was tied to taking a different route, or maybe that was just one factor, but definitely I was forced to think of the route to take, which would be best, and saw new sights on my way in, which kept me on my toes, so I think it played a part. Unfortunately I was also at work so a lot of the thoughts were lost in my mind. Vaporized.

They say our roots are tied
to time and place,
when’ll we realize
our roots are all over the place,
They say it again, say it again,

again, oh no.
I woke up today,
to words and eyes runnin’ over my face.
Is this the end? Where does it begin?
begin-in-in oh no.

Pando, Pando, Pando-oh-whoa-oh

Stuck in this cultural conditionin’
ain’t nobody listenin’,
we keep trying to change the game
by using the same train of mind,
it’s gonna take a lot more to collapse
the structure upon which our cultures rely,
and it’s scary, I know,
to destroy all that you know
all that our systems are built on,
but it’s time, equal pay; that’s just another game that they play.

They say our roots are tied,
to place and time,
that’s just an idea in your mind
our roots are all over the place.
Then say it again, again, again, oh.


We’re lost in a culture shock,
how will we ever know equality when we keep investing in
and holding on to implicit patterns of separation,
degradation, superiority, differentiation
implied in a culture state of mind?

Pando Pando Pando Pando oh-whoa-oh
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