From the recording Poor Little England
Well I’ve been thinking / and I’m thinking that my problem is I think too much / over analyse and then I drink too much / or else get paralysed / trying to decide between the options / my privilege provides until I’m / So confused, I can’t choose / Something as simple as what toothpaste I’m supposed to use / I’m pretty sure I need that round-the-clock protection / but is it really worth the two pounds extra? that’s the question / and as I ponder my selection in the aisle of Tesco / something snaps way deep inside and I decide to let go / suddenly I feel a weight's been lifted / somethings shifted / something gained and something gifted / And now I’m either having a mystical experience / surrounded by half price men's deodorants or I’m delirious / either way this supermarket feels mysterious / don’t laugh I’m being serious yeah
Cos the mind you were given is the one that you’ve got / So take a little bit of time take a lot / Take a moment just to breathe on the spot / Where you are right now you know the world won’t stop / The mind you were given is the one that you’ve got / So take a little bit of time take a lot / Take a moment just to breathe on the spot / Where you are right now you know the world won’t stop
Well I’ve been laughing and I’m laughing at the drama of it all / The worry I’ve been wasting / on these inconsequential stories I keep spinning / finding ways to lose when basically I’m winning and I’m / Not alone, cos you’re the same / you might not think it, but truth is that we’re all insane / It’s not our fault, we’re not the ones to blame / the world it keeps on changing too quickly for our poor old brains / / Well Descartes was smart but missed the bigger picture / I think therefore I am implies a thinker and a listener / But when you step ashore / Let the river take its course / You start to see that you are not your thoughts / So take a moment just to step back, a moment just to listen / Cos you are not your mind and no your mind is not a prison / It’s just this instrument of wondrous precision / but who am I to tell you what it is and what it isn’t?
Did you feel it? / That little moment of space / Before your brain kicks / back in with all of its debilitating bullshit / Delivering its sermon like a priest / Up in a pulpit / I forget it’s even there sometimes you know? / Forget to to take the time, or make the time to help that moment grow / I’m too caught up in the show / The hero and the victim in a drama that I’m writing alone / And though I know deep down that it’s all ok / I worry bout the little stuff every day / I tell myself I’m busy no time to play / No no no no no / And as I work myself to an early grave / I have to ask myself is it really brave / To keep on pushing past the moment when the moment’s really / all I’ve got