what is real
what is matter
can i feel
what's the matter?
and not let my thoughts
abstract everything,
objectify all i see,
mold my being into me
subjectify all I do,
mold my being into you.
could we move to the country
where we could feel free?
we'd worship the trees 'n the breeze,
tell our grandfathers' war stories.
or find some other white, rich, liberal kids
and a co-op to call our home,
we'd farm all day under the sun
and at night sing our own folk songs.
or must we die in this city
though life's too intense and we feel poisoned,
and "fight the good fight"
disconnected from nature as it seems we're from god,
buy and sell off our dreams as our ancestors' ways flow like streams through the streets.
to the city my blood belongs, i will wear my heart and sing my songs
to the city my heart belongs, i will wear my songs and sing from my blood
to the city my songs belong, i will wear my blood and sing from my heart
to the city my blood belongs, i will wear my heart and sing...
we'll trudge through the drudge,
we'll make love though we can't get it up.
we'll work on our lot
investing in culture though our senses are shot.
Tropical escapism meets irony: Austin producer unites Detroit house, Memphis rap, and bossa nova under the banner of "landlocked exotica." Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 6, 2022