Through the Trees, Part 2 Songtext
von Mount Eerie
Through the Trees, Part 2 Songtext
Misunderstood
and disillusioned,
I go on describing this place
and the way it feels to live and die.
The “natural world”
and whatever else it's called
I drive in and out of town
seeing no edge, breathing sky
and it's hard to describe
without seeming absurd.
I know there's no other world:
Mountains and websites
Dark smoke fills the air
some from the fire in my house
some from me driving around
I could see the lights of town
through the trees on the ridge
on my way home in the dark.
I meant all my songs
not as a picture of the woods
but just to remind myself
that I briefly live.
The gleaming stone
the moon in the sky at noon
there is no other world
and there has never been.
I still walk living sleeping
life in the real world of clouds
clawing for meaning.
Still when I see branches in the wind
the tumultuous place where I live
calls out revealing.
"Can you see the river in the branches
and know that it means you will die
and that pieces are churning?"
"Can you find a wildness in your body
and walk through the store after work
holding it high?"
I've held aloft some delusions.
From now on I will be perfectly clear:
There's no part of the world more meaningful
and raw impermanence echoes in the sky.
There is either no end
or constant simultaneous end and beginning.
A pile of trash
the fog on the hill
standing in the parking lot squinting.
and disillusioned,
I go on describing this place
and the way it feels to live and die.
The “natural world”
and whatever else it's called
I drive in and out of town
seeing no edge, breathing sky
and it's hard to describe
without seeming absurd.
I know there's no other world:
Mountains and websites
Dark smoke fills the air
some from the fire in my house
some from me driving around
I could see the lights of town
through the trees on the ridge
on my way home in the dark.
I meant all my songs
not as a picture of the woods
but just to remind myself
that I briefly live.
The gleaming stone
the moon in the sky at noon
there is no other world
and there has never been.
I still walk living sleeping
life in the real world of clouds
clawing for meaning.
Still when I see branches in the wind
the tumultuous place where I live
calls out revealing.
"Can you see the river in the branches
and know that it means you will die
and that pieces are churning?"
"Can you find a wildness in your body
and walk through the store after work
holding it high?"
I've held aloft some delusions.
From now on I will be perfectly clear:
There's no part of the world more meaningful
and raw impermanence echoes in the sky.
There is either no end
or constant simultaneous end and beginning.
A pile of trash
the fog on the hill
standing in the parking lot squinting.
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