Another remaster of a track from my EP, Brian the Great and Terrible. This song is about the boredom of cognitive closure, the anxiety of cognitive dissonance, and the brilliance of cognitive autonomy (in that order).
And also it's got squids on it.
----JF
lyrics
My heart is a dead octopus popsicle, a cold and viscid hub of cumbersome tentacles and a whole lotta juice.
Several vain pursuits, like stopgap braces, bolster the mess
-- sagging, bored --
cut from the Branch, but not cut to the core,
and I'm hanging out, cuz there's no hanging back.
I need something to make this octopus boogie,
some kinda salt to season these inanimate appendages and make them move.
And even though I'd never eat one, I've admired how they dance,
so dead and yet so full of such a spiritual romance,
and I need to find a way to bring this zombie to life.
That Ghost is alive, extra-dimensionally, and it's got a way to put the fear of God into your simian soul,
and though I gave it control, I was still there, twitching, possessed in a box
of cognitive dissonance.
Pretentious, dogmatic, I wouldn't listen to
anyone or anything that tried to open my eyes.
But then I started thinking.
I'm gonna find a way to make this octopus boogie.
Drive out the Ghost that's haunting me -- these antiquated bandages that I have used
to control a bleeding faith, be it human or divine,
ika odori-don in the calamari sunshine.
I'm gonna tear it down and bleed this mystery dry
Look at me, I've been praying in the name
of a tinted specter in a stained glass window pane.
It separates your mind from the world, an ideology
of bittersweet and lonely cephalopod psychology,
a ten-fold apology of obsolete morality bones.
I don't wanna be a godless bone breaker
but I don't wanna be a mindless old shaker
I don't wanna die, bones of gold, and beat down to the grave by my heart and soul
cuz I know my heart isn't dead.
But altso, I think my heart was a dead octopus delicacy in a bowl of rice: I've got a brain and a mouth and a bladder of ink.
And when I stopped to drink up all this sodium, I came alive
and started to breathe,
started to smash all the things I believed.
A kaiju time, unleashed inside of my head.
I know how to make an octopus boogie,
I figured out what seizes these inanimate appendages and makes them move.
It is to battle every inhibition, challenge every god,
discover your philosophy and question every mode of thought
before it's too late to bring you to life again.
credits
from Souls and Ghosts,
track released September 2, 2016
Written and recorded in Minneapolis by Brian Reed
Mixed and Mastered by Ryan Main
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