And Law is Just a Path to Herd Us Over the Cliff

Dead End Friends icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 04 from the eponymous LP by Them Crooked Vultures icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

I drive all alone—at night—I drive all alone
I don’t know what I’m headed for

I follow the road—blind—until the road’s dead end
The night is in my veins—it’s calling me—racing along these arteries

And law is just a path to herd us over the cliff

I follow the road at night just hoping to find which puzzle piece fell out of me

I know who you are and I open the door and climb in
Hold me real close and do it again
I ache for the touch of my dead end friends

And I have got to know is it dead at the end of the road?
I can tell by that look in your eyes
We’re the same, my dead end friends and I

We drive on alone and our never-ending begins
Sweet is the curse just out of reach—it awakens the dead end part of me

And no more wondering—it’s just me and my dead end friends again

Dead end friends

One Blind-Reflex Society

Blame Us icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 03 from the self-titled LP by Voivod icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

Voivod's self-titled album cover. [Formatted]

Science, fascination
Sinful believers
Species in mutation
Sordid disorders

Our leaders missed the point
Forced to dominate and destroy to get what people want: a culture-coded society

Secret monster machines evolve in our spirits
Deeper in mind—digging—to find the ultimate

Deathwatch entertainment
Predictable near-misses
Is this what people want?
One blind-reflex society

The planet…
Blame us
In my time, we didn’t care enough

New world, lies are convention
High-risk policies
One speech on total power
Leading to suicide

Our leaders missed the point
Forced to dominate and destroy
It’s not what people want
It’s not what is called society

The planet…
Blame us
In my time, we didn’t care enough

Won’t You Come In From The Rain?

Absentee icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 05 from the Maps of Non-Existent Places LP by Thank You Scientist icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

Thank You Scientist's "Maps of Non-Existent Places" album cover. [Formatted]

Waiting for someone to show me, but I won’t hold my breath
Nothing left, no control, only pictures of someone I used to know
I gave it all away and I can’t take it back
Here I am: tornado

Every perfect day yet to come I would sacrifice for one more moment with you
I don’t want to waste another day, won’t you come in from the rain?
Because you could be the most beautiful thing to me

You’re worried now with this hurt in your hand
So strange here, I don’t know the meaning
But who cares to know?
All I can say is you know that it’s true

I said all I could say
Would you do it again?
Would you stand on your own leaving me right there, would you?
That’s my rolling stone
Come on, let’s do it again—you have had enough on your own—because maybe there’s something left to find
I have been searching for something left behind
Would you do it again?
Could you do it again?
Would you do it again?

You and I are taking off

You’re worried now with this hurt in your hand
So strange here, I don’t know the meaning
But who cares to know?
All I can say, you know that it’s you who means all the world to me

I know this is where I belong
Forget the warning signs, I know who you are and I’m fine

Waiting for someone
I know we are wrong
You know we are wrong

You’re worried now with this hurt in your hand
So strange here, I don’t know the meaning
But who cares to know?
Can you hear me calling you home?

You’ve got to know that I’ve been calling you home

Dispelling Romantics

There is no such thing as a soulmate. This is just some silly term coined by a blissfully ignorant couple a long, long time ago in celebration of their arbitrary good fortune. At some point the idea made its way onto a Hallmark card and, as a result, the notion of a soulmate became entrenched in society. Unfortunately, this is now the standard to which serial monogomists hold others whenever they start a new relationship.

In reality, the closest thing that exists to a soulmate is somebody with whom a person can spend the better part of a day and not be driven crazy. That is, through all the extra frustration, confusion, anger and disappointment, it comes to be understood by both people that things are still somehow better off with the other person around; they produce a net positive in one another’s life and so the relationship survives, and sometimes even flourishes.

To put it in the most nonromantic of terms, any reasonable man is willing to tolerate a woman taking all of his closet space if it means that he has someone to call when he locks himself out of the house. Cosmetics overflowing from the medicine cabinet? No problem! Just put a home-cooked meal on the dinner table once or twice a week and everything is good.

As straightforward, functional, and unspectacular as the above sounds, these kinds of relationships are still special. Yet when they exist or have an opportunity to exist, people frequently dismiss them outright, abandon them prematurely, or dutifully take them for granted because they fall so far short of a host of destructive pretenses. Instead of building something that works, a great many people are comfortable being selfish and shallow, and develop a preference for getting into long-term emotional sparring matches with others who have similar behaviors and expectations.

This is the framework upon which so many people construct their adult lives, and so it should come as no surprise that the divorce rate in the United States icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 rests somewhere between 40% and 50%. In fact, there are a lot of people out there who are already on their second or third soulmate! Oh well… “Que sera sera,” “All is fair in love and war,” “Love is blind,” and “The course of true love never runs smoothly,” etc., etc.