25 April 2010

he's not talking about a woman

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Even though I love the music, the video is STUPID. It occurs to me, if he even wrote the lyrics, not even Robertson exactly got what he himself was saying... if he thought all that puny/chic symbolism in the video was capturing it....

Oh! Wait. Who cares? Forget the artist.

Look at it as NOBODY being the author of the words.

The lyrics are about nature, The Great Spirit, Avalokiteśvara, Samantabhadra, the primordial principal, sometimes a she, sometimes a he, sometimes both and neither. It's not about social constraints, or politics, or money, or sex. It's about real liberation.
With eyes of fire
No one can see
The smoke from the sweet grass
Covers me

I am drawn
I am drawn to her
Like a moth to flame
She leads me down
Unbound

I am lost
I am lost
Has anybody seen me
I am lost

Oh nothing is forgotten
Only left behind
Wherever I am
She leads me down
Unbound

No borders
No fences
No walls
No borders
No fences
Unbound

Oh, listen for the night chant
Oh, listen for the night chant

Like a moth to flame
She leads me down
Unbound

No borders
No fences
Unbound
No borders
No fences
Unbound
I'm dying for someone to start speaking my language to me. Am I being a baby tiger?

All our ancestors knew about this. They rode the last great recovery from cataclysm that we might know it too, live truly, be with reality, be the adamantine kind of free in a perfect environment. You keep ignoring it. You keep trying to squeeze it into a science you can quantify and manipulate. You keep drinking the ignoring away because you don't believe in it yourself anymore. You are distracted by endless horrors, and letting off bottle rockets in your backyard, changing the oil in your car.

No wonder you think it's about sex.

That's the closest you ever come to the truth.
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