Idle hands caress each other,
Lose themselves
In sweet sensation.

One is Father, one is Mother,
Making misfits
In the bargain.

Boredome soars above the morning,
Sprays its name
Across the fences,

Spells itself in numbing silence,
Beats the hell out of
Your senses.

What's the matter with you, you bum, ya?
Pull your head out of your white hole!
Don't you know you've got to follow your bliss?
Well, then, go!
Well, then, go!

But the trick is in the knowing
What exactly
Ones' bliss may be--

So-called devil in the details
Maybe trite
But very handy

Boredom yawns and coughs and stretches,
Making plans to eat
Your heart out.

Have you ever had a passion?
Laugh at yourself, try to
Find it.

What's the matter with you, you bum, ya?
Pull your head out of your white hole!
Don't you know you've got to follow your bliss?
Well, then, go!
Well, then, go!

Pull your head out of your ass,
Push the button and break the glass
You've been stuck in your morass
Far too long



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    General CommentGenerally a very nice summing up of the existential question. Reggie (the song's writer) had a break with evangelical Christianity, and seems to have been searching for the replacement. And I think he gives us a nice expression of that replacement, here: Whether you're particularly theological or not, the truth is one of whether you're fulfilling your potential in the body and mind you've found yourself endowed with, and in the world in which we find ourselves.

    Find out what your bliss is, then follow it!
    razajacon July 31, 2016   Link

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