Long Suffering

Music as an art form is essentially playful

We say we "play the piano"

We don't "work the piano"

When you travel you are trying to get somewhere

So you eliminate the distance, and you eliminate the journey

Part of the journey is to travel

Not to obliterate travel

We treated dreams like cell reception

So we held them to the sky

And I know that you can't fly from here

But I can find you there if I try

I want to hold you

I want to console you

And I'll be beside you

I will provide you

I'm sparing my last drops again

You are always half empty in the end

If I just paint the walls and I light some incense

I could manifest the bottom into the top again

Is that what la la la long-suffering is?

Is that where I suffer a long time?

I want to hold you

I want to console you

And I'll be beside you

I will provide you

If we can learn that we can turn

Our coffin into a ghost

And our bodies to telescopes

Then we can see everything from there

(Oh, and I fall apart)

I want to hold you

(Oh, and I fall apart)

I want to console you

(Oh, and I fall apart)

(Oh, and I fall apart)

In music though, one doesn't make the end of a composition

The point of the composition

If that were so the best conductors would be those who played fastest

We thought of life by an analogy with a journey

WIth a pilgrimage which had a serious purpose at the end

And the thing was to get to that end

But we missed the point all along

It was a musical thing

We were supposed to sing or dance while the music was being played