reverse e n t r o p y

Two versions, with vocals and without.

Here are the cheery lyrics (probably from the mid or late ’90s):

“kick/bled”

the shit we’re taking

is bound to make us grow old

we’re men in boxes

breathing through the air holes

as the dirt comes in and we try

to kick in the sides

we should have thought of this ages ago

we’re lost I think we should

look and listen for a while

find out where we want to be

and who we are

The main lyric is an early musing on my “work is for jerks” view of 9 to 5 life…and how quickly the decades slip by in such a world…but with the “bled” part I was also thinking of my own past, particularly when I was about 8 or 9 years old and threw a sharp stone at this little kid in retaliation for how he hit me with a huge rock.  I nailed him in the forehead from quite a distance at a high speed; it cut him, but in retrospect it easily could have killed him.  I remember the stunned look on his face.  Memories like that make time “bleed.”  Re-opening wounds and regrets, etc.

Youth is such a strange combination of innocence and thoughtless evil.