A Call to the Artist Archetypes

 

When we gonna listen,
And realize we got nothing to say,
When we gonna break up,
‘Cause we got nothing new to
Say.
We’re all just on some mission,
some cheap and self glorifying
mission,
When’re we gonna listen,

(Electronic music interlude…


Still going….


Breaking it down now,


still…………breaking down…………… )

OK. Here we go…

i’ve got another question for ya.    Mr. Campbell. Mr. Camp-bell? Where are we to go once They shut it all down?They shut down all the Men’s cl-ubs!

You know, I’d really like to really like to really like to know. You know we live in a time when Pinterest is the new National Archive. 


it’s sad you know it’s sad you know it’s sad you know it’s true.


Soon we’re gonna wake up. Soon we’re gonna find, They drew a line between, the information you can afford, and the stuff they save for the East-coast E-lite. 


Now it’s time to live time to live it’s time to live

up to the archetypes.


We are the Starving Artist’s, starving though our bellies are full. It’s not the guns They wanna take, no, it’s your mind. 


So

When we gonna wake up,

When we gonna listen,
realize we got nothing left to say,
When we gonna break up,
Cause we got nothing new to
say.
We’re all just on some mission,
some cheap and self glorifying
mission,
When’re we gonna listen.


(To the Bloggers)
We are the Artist Archetypes: Liberators of Minds come to free you from the market economy and Peddler’s of pedagogy. Destroyers of the dichotomy, that’s blasphemy, we live forever in our memory, in every cell in our body, that’ll be the death of me.

Because it’s up to us, the artists, the seers, to drive humanity forward with our questions. Our science imitates art, just look at how most science fiction has become science reality in the last decade. Scientists aren’t the most creative bunch, and so it’s up to us to ask the questions that will drive us in the directionless direction, the unnamed, uncategorized, nonbinary. Otherwise we’ll have to settle for this simulated reality.

Words Can’t Save Our Soul

Well we know it’s not the same now,

As it was before.

It’s been chewed up and spit out.

Left out on the floor.

Left out on the floor.

All we have is words now,

To save our barren souls.

.

When will we

Wake up

to the reality

that’s staring us

straight in the eyes

no we can’t

we can’t stand to be

surprised.

.

Well we’re not really sure how,

But we’d like to think we know.

Like to think we know,

The meaning’s not the same now,

Its changed throughout the years,

To save our barren souls.

.

Wake up

to reality,

Can’t stand

to be surprised.

.

Well we know it’s not the same now,

As it was before.

Everything has changed now,

Gone through the door

All we have is words now,

all we have is words now,

To save our barren souls.

Save our barren souls.

Staring Back at You

Well you see the stars
In the night sky
They're all staring back at you

hoo-ooh hoo

You see you don't have to
Try, no there's nothing left to do

Do ooh- hoo ooh ooh hoo

Just so you know
All the weight will melt right off of your back.
You've just fallen into a trap
No you don't have to shoulder the 

sky-aye aye.

The weight is all in your own mind
There's nothing left to do.
Don't turn your back now

Well You see the moon
In the night sky
She's looking right down at you

At you hoo ooh ooh hoo-ooh

And if you can resist falling back into the trap,
the weight will fall right off your back
And your light will shine

like the sun in the clear blue

sky-aye aye.

And maybe in the half light you'll open up the door,
Our love will have the key
Our love will have the key.

This was inspired by my wife and written with the tune Atlas by Fanfarlo in mind.

Down

Well I've been
Spending so
Much time
Creating
These little
Battlefields.

I don't want to be down,
Want to be down,
Want to be down,
Like that anymore.

And I been
Stickin' around,
Stickin' around,
Stickin' around,
Trying to win.

No, I don't want
To be
Down, down, down,
Down, down
For the rest of my life.

I spent too much time
Feeling like I
Feeling like I
Like I'm the only one.

Now I keep

Kickin' around
Kickin' around
Kickin' around

Thinking you've
Been messin' around
And now I
Spend too much time
Struggling
All of my life
Mm-mmm all of my life
All of my life.

Now I keep

Runnin' around
Runnin' around
Runnin' around

Creating these
Little battlefields
For myself.
Drawin' those lines
Looking for signs
That I'm not the only one.

I spend too much time
Too much time
Too much time
Bein'
Down, down, down,
Down, down,
Down, next to you.



*Edit: changed formatting and added link.

It’s the Future Man

Man,

Oh man,

people say to me,

Well I’m a Jesus man,

others say yeah

I’m a Buddha man,

people walkin’ down the street

say I’m for Mohammed

Man

Oh man

Man

Oh man

 

The other day someone says to me,

Hey,

I’m an Ai man,

Technology is the future

Man.

 

Well, well, well, well

I’m the man,

I’m the future man

I’m the future man

I’m the future man

 

It seems to me we’re all lookin’

for a future that’s incomplete.

We’re better off

walkin’ through

parking lots.

 

Oh man,

Hey man,

Oh man,

Hey man,

 

The other day some junkie

says to me,

I believe in human rights

I believe in

safe consumption sites.

Why are you always

hasslin’ me

tryin’ to take me

off the streets.

I don’ wanna

I don’ wanna

I don’ wanna

 

I’m the future man,

Hey

I’m the future man,

I’m the future man.  

 

We’re just waitin’ out our days

for something better

to take us away

We’re just whiling away

the hours lookin’

at the issues.

What’s the real issue?

We all want something

to believe in

something to take away the pain

walkin’ through parking lots.

Hey

I’m the future man.