January 6th, 2003

tv // lbd // shoulder touch

"Darwin's Children"

I've had this CD for ages, but never really listened to the lyrics of this song before...



Seven million years of progress handed down on silver wings
Of gossamer and protein still we haven't learned a thing
Are we caught up in our anger, locked up in our rage
In the opera of selection on this our earthly stage

And Charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave
Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave
Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind?
Are we destined to be Darwin's children this time?

The ribbons of our cigarettes vanish in the air
In the glow of our great teacher we sit and blankly stare
And the sky could open up and what would we have to say?
Something cute about burning out, better than fading away

And Charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave
Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave
Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind?
Are we destined to be Darwin's children this time?

On the wings of invention now we hurdle toward our fate
As sure as the sunset burns
Collective resignation, evolutionary fate
When will we ever learn

And Charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave
Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave
Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind?
Are we destined to be Darwin's children this time?

  • Current Music
    Edwin McCain -- Darwin's Children
tv // lbd // shoulder touch

*sniffles at sad song*


Bathed in sunlight woke from dreams
of murderous intention
Pursued by dogs and men and things
I'm just too scared to mention
And the first thing that I think of
are her sympathetic eyes
That see with only positive emotion

And she talks of being grumpy,
but I know that grumpy's not her style
And I soak up all her beauty
'cause I'm only here awhile
And I muddle through my docket,
nestle in the pocket
I just sit back and think about the world

And the only thing I see
when she's looking back at me
Is the promise of how life could be
And as I wrote my chest got tight for her
I know that I'm not right for her
and I couldn't live
if I ever caused her pain

But at least I have a message
that I can leave
that tells her of this spin inside
My gears turning,
I'm still learning to trust myself
But at least I've told her
of this difficult good-bye

Seven minutes before I'm leaving
and now my chest is heaving
I just can't go like I did before
And tomorrow I'll be miles away and dreaming
That she hears my voice
floating through the floor

And tomorrow I'll be miles away and dreaming
That she hears my voice
floating through the floor...
  • Current Music
    Edwin McCain -- Through the Floor