having nothing to do, give to men the opportunity to do stupid things
(I could not work
So I threw a bottle into the woods
And then I felt bad
For the doe paw
And the rabbit paw
So I went looking for the pieces
Of the bottle that I threw
Because I couldn’t work)
but also to repair the damage and explore and go to less travelled places
(I went deep
Further than i could throw
And i came upon an old abandoned well)
and stare in the great depth of the mistery of life and consciousness.
(I stared into the black black black)
The drop is the simbol of life, that needs liberty to rejoin the water in the well aka the origin of life.
(I knew what I had to do
Had to pull those boards off the well)
Like the well, that gives back your voice, the meaning of these things is what you put into it.
(And you know I had to yell
Just to get my voice back
I guess everybody has their own thing
That they yell into a well)
Confronted with the great depth of the mistery of life and consciousness a human being can get rid of all his worst parts and even if not everything will work out well
(I had to turn around and go back
And let that drip roll down my back
And I felt so bad about that)
there is still hope for the future
(Another drip was forming
On the bottom of the bucket
And I felt so good about that)
having nothing to do, give to men the opportunity to do stupid things
(I could not work So I threw a bottle into the woods And then I felt bad For the doe paw And the rabbit paw So I went looking for the pieces Of the bottle that I threw Because I couldn’t work)
but also to repair the damage and explore and go to less travelled places
(I went deep Further than i could throw And i came upon an old abandoned well)
and stare in the great depth of the mistery of life and consciousness.
(I stared into the black black black)
The drop is the simbol of life, that needs liberty to rejoin the water in the well aka the origin of life.
(I knew what I had to do Had to pull those boards off the well)
Like the well, that gives back your voice, the meaning of these things is what you put into it.
(And you know I had to yell Just to get my voice back I guess everybody has their own thing That they yell into a well)
Confronted with the great depth of the mistery of life and consciousness a human being can get rid of all his worst parts and even if not everything will work out well
(I had to turn around and go back And let that drip roll down my back And I felt so bad about that)
there is still hope for the future
(Another drip was forming On the bottom of the bucket And I felt so good about that)
this song is a travel in one's consciousness