LYRIC: I Can’t Be Every Day (March)
I can’t be every day just focusing on what went wrong
I can’t be every day putting frustrations in a song
I can’t be every day just cataloguing misfortune
I can’t be every day if every day is another day of woe
A day of woe
What is the point of life when nothing feels it’s going right?
The point of life is recognising there’s no point of life but life without a point is still alright
I can’t be every day making bold statements such as these
I can’t be every day developing new philosophies
I can’t be every day considering mortality
I can’t be every day exploring your hypotheses
I can’t be every day if every day is another day of woe
What is the point of life when nothing feels it’s going right?
The point of life is recognising there’s no point of life but also recognising that’s alright
That life without a point or plan
Without a God to hold your hand
Without meaning beyond meaning you give yourself…is alright
The human mind creates constructed realities
The more depressed you are the more accurately you see the world
The aim therefore isn’t for truth, but for fiction
That allows us to live in peace
Our minds carefully construct beautiful fantasies to save us from the awful truth
And philosophers - supposedly smart people - destroy those fantasies with the blunt force of logic and then wonder why their wisdom didn’t leave them happy?
We are not creatures designed for truth
We are creatures designed to share stories and make believe
We are dreamers, who unravel each day’s events only under cover of darkness and in a cloak of the unreal
Who cannot confront the specifics
And circle round subjects with therapists
There is no world as it is
There is only the world as it is to you.
And together we negotiate
A mutually agreed story
that makes the world
The best it can be for all of us
As best we can imagine it to be
Knowing no one person has the privilege
Of having all the answers
But we all can share our stories
For the only answer is that we don’t know
And that we don’t need to know
That we haven’t got the tools to know
Only to create
What is the point of life when nothing feels it’s going right?
The point of life is recognising there’s no point of life but also recognising that’s alright
That life without a point or plan
Without a God to hold your hand
Without meaning beyond meaning you give yourself…is alright