kick/bled x 2 (12/18/2015)

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
as the dirt comes in and we try
to kick in the sides
we should have thought of this ages ago
he bled
time bled
he bled

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.


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