State of Nature

by Helen Caddes

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1.
The Nihilist 05:47
The sky is closing in on us No one is left who’s worth our trust Nothing Really matters Anymore Nothing Really matters Anymore That’s for sure We’re going backwards Never forward Once we’d become what we had feared The poisoned fruit of bitter years Nothing Really matters Anymore Nothing Really matters Anymore That’s for sure We’re going backwards Never forward Beyond the clashing of the spheres Home’s where you are But you’re not here Nothing Really matters Anymore Nothing Really matters Anymore That’s for sure We’re going backwards Never forward
2.
After the icebergs Crippled by the storm Bereft of water Clinging to our souls I see the outlet Narrow through the hills We’ll make it somehow How I hope we will We think we’re mere gods Our culture is defiant We’re on automatic pilot We’re on automatic Can’t be alone Or we border on violence We’re on automatic pilot We’re on automatic Too much to reckon Little to absolve Our social conflicts Riddles never solved Too much for bitter, Sad men to endure Too much for women Stifled by love’s “cure” The abject discord Is not given to silence We’re on automatic pilot We’re on automatic Ambivalent swarms Of emblematic tyrants All on automatic pilot All on automatic Gone are the prisms Of light that led the way Stealthy reflections Foreshadow decay The future dithered ’29 again The anxious, hurried Lies of learned men Can’t venture to hope For a world free from violence We’re on automatic pilot We’re on automatic The system so made – Slavery survived science All on automatic pilot All on automatic
3.
Sleepwalking 03:00
We dream away our nights And sleepwalk through our days Into evening And when we’re tired of trying And all the skies are gray We’re defeated There is no chance to fight Without control of our own lives Freedom without the chance to fly We’re waiting for the time To reconnect and stay Without leaving The hours flashing by Remind us of the hopes That are fleeting There is no chance to fight Without control of our own lives Freedom without the chance to fly
4.
Gone are the days of rushing mobs Back to the time of instant woe Where will we be with patience gone How will we have the strength to know The taste of Russian flavors The dream of being weightless Ignorance lives where truth is known Using your fear keeps you in chains I think it’s best to just stay home Than to partake and to complain The taste of Russian flavors The dream of being weightless The taste of Russian flavors The dream of being weightless Given the trend of endless show Ornaments ready for display Theatre devoid of wisdom’s glow Financing bland, cultural waste The taste of Russian flavors The dream of being weightless The first to care’s the last to know Hoping new tides will bring us back Into a wave of righteous love, art, and pure equity in fact The taste of Russian flavors The dream of being weightless
5.
Darling Since you’ve been gone The sky seems less blue Baby Since you’ve been gone The world seems less true It’s just too much though I can’t find a way around your shadow now Lately The moon is full The basin so clear Darling What would I do To have you still here? It’s just too much though With layers of ice upon the window Right now
6.
Trustfall 02:42
I feel the night I feel the night I feel indifferent As I am now I feel scared I feel high I feel nothing in my soul Won’t you bring me back there At once Time is suspect Time is empty Time transfixes In this madness I sing my heart I want pure skies above me All I know is Just what I’ve got With these chains surrounding Won’t you take me home?
7.
Sustenance and sleep 
I can’t really live without both
 The role that I should keep
 Interjects itself in my soul I’ve got sunburn in November
 Bless my heart
 I can’t take more of this weather
 Through to March Sustenance and sleep
 Gotta get me out of this cold
 Who I’m supposed to be
 Now I doubt that God even knows I’ve got rainbows on my shoulders
 Bless my heart 
I’ve got mascara all over
 Mocking art 
I’ve got winter in my fingers
 Holding yours
 I’ve got people who know better Sustenance and sleep
 Feel like I could make myself whole
 Ways that I should be
 The world’s just gonna have to implode I’ve got winter in November
 Bless my heart
 I’ve got some kind of good temper
 That’s a start

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released February 3, 2013

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Los Angeles based singer, songwriter, and political activist.

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