Week 4
Hidden Hand
Well, things got a little goofy this week! I struggled at every part of this song (mostly words), but I think this is as far as I can go with it for now. I ended up using some writer’s block tips suggested by my amazing friends, including this awesome “Stacks” video by Ryan Adams as well as the Oblique Strategies cards designed by Brian Eno and Peter Schmidt. Though, with the song-a-week thingy, one doesn’t really have time to run into “writer’s block” - it’s just about volume. You need strategies to get the stuff out fast so you can get it done and move along.
I am out of town next week and I’m still not certain what I’ll do about that. I may need to skip next week and find a way to squeeze in an extra song down the road. We shall see….
I hope you dig it. I know some of you won’t and that’s okay - I still love you, without preconditions.
HIDDEN HAND
I took a lap
Around the life sized map
All frayed at the edges
By the boundary hedges
Where the pixels appear
And the compass line veers
Into the alpha glow
Sat alone
In the overgrown
As the moon’s light traded
With the sun’s light faded
When a glitch in the system
Revealed a hidden schism
And the seams began to show
In the grasses and in the trees
On the edge of the periphery
The cracks
Distract
Until the stitches are all I see
But I’m not gonna think about it anymore
Just want to sit and watch the way
This day
Fades from my display
As the hidden hand traces the rays
As the hidden hand traces the rays
The hidden hand that animates us
Also animates the stardust
Though I’m inclined
To think not so divine
As I examine its kludgy design
Could it be the engineering involved
Is all mundane now and pretty much solved
And now these gods unaware
Of the gray in my hair
Are stuck reticulating splines
Your very own creator
Master simulator
Is asleep
at the wheel
How does it make you feel?
I’m not gonna think about it anymore
Just want to watch and mystify
The skies
Reflected in my eyes
As the hidden hand renders the light
As the hidden hand renders the light
Now the scene grows liminal
I lose my grip on traditional
And I surmise
I'm just copy with no original
I’m not gonna think about it anymore
Just want to sit and watch the way
This day
Fades from the display
As the hidden hand traces the rays
I’m not gonna think about it anymore
Just want to watch and mystify
The skies
Reflected in my eyes
While the hidden hand hides from me
The hidden hand hides from me
