Helplessness Blues.

Today, I am thinking back on this day, in this dress, on this beach, in China. 

And this song, and these lyrics, are just playing over and over in my head. Words are so beautiful and so powerful. Quality lyrics hold a special power - an ability to just... make the world sound right, even when the song feels wrong. Today, I am singing Helplessness Blues. Tomorrow, who knows what the tune will be? I think that's why I love good music so much. It changes with you. And some days, you love the beat, but other days, you understand the lyrics. Good music. Mm. It's just... good. (Profound? Gettin' deep.)

I was raised up believing I was somehow unique

Like a snowflake, distinct among snowflakes

Unique in each way you can see

And now, after some thinking,

I say I'd rather be

A functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me

But I don't, I don't know what that will be

I'll get back to you someday soon, you will see

What's my name? What's my station?

Oh, just tell me what I should do

I don't need to be kind to the armies of night that would do such injustice to you

Or bow down and be grateful

And say sure, take all that you see,

To the men who move only in dimly lit halls and determine my future for me

And I don't, I don't know who to believe

I'll get back to you someday soon, you will see

If I know only one thing, it's that everything that I see

Of the world outside is so inconceivable, often I barely can speak

Yeah, I'm tongue-tied and dizzy

And I can't keep it to myself

What good is it to sing helplessness blues? Why should I wait for anyone else?

And I know, I know you will keep me on the shelf

I'll come back to you someday, soon,

Myself

If I had an orchard, I'd work 'til I'm raw

If I had an orchard, I'd work 'til I'm sore

And you would wait tables and soon run the store

Gold hair in the sunlight

My light in the dark

If I had an orchard, I'd work 'til I'm sore

If I had an orchard, I'd work 'til I'm sore

Someday I'll be like the man on the screen