Dedicated to Dylan, who turns three on July 5th
The emotional cost of suffering,
that’s just the same age as my three-year-old son.
Where do we light these lamps?
You can’t get at this with your green card.
Understanding dawns slowly,
or it doesn’t dawn at all.
Blow it out of proportion,
everything you see in a day.
We are present moment bound.
The rocks and the rivers and the trees and the forest,
they spend time with you there.
You can’t seem to sort it out.
The past is a distant mirror,
the future a scary glow,
and the eternal now escapes your grasp.
Did that just happen,
my childhood all in tatters?
I’ve learned to wear the good moments
my social persona.
Oh you bleeding heart liberal,
shut up.
I make even the liberals mad.
The child is what’s wrong with humanity,
your child you wear on your sleeve.
It’s all in a day’s work,
make that child behave and wear diapers.
Keep them out of our hair.
Oh fuck it’s duty time,
and even if we pay close attention,
we rob them of their feelings.
Don’t feel that feel this.
I want you to.
It’s a holocaust of toddler feelings
keeping them clean and pampered.
The Earth Mother approves
no, no, that’s free,
your self-exploratory muscle in the mud
pullin’ your own flowers,
you naked little thing.
It’s not all about socialization
or managin’ their time.
Do you want their attention?
I was gonna put a bridge on,
a warm, comfortable love free from the world
all available to you now.
Let’s get you cleaned up and eat.
The origin of sufferin’ in the breakdown of the bicameral mind, /
GooGoo and Gaga speak out.
It’s psychedelic in here you know.
We’re all over the place,
and those body feelin’s are meshed with the world,
and even the refrigerator has eyes.
Watch me bump my head and punish what I hit.
I fell down and the world made me,
sneaky fellow.
Alright fine, spank them,
and masters of the universe
has just defeated their life.
You don’t know the cost of touch here.
You’re not trippin’.
Fine, fine, we’ll put them in Montessori.
I don’t think you know the cost of raising a child.
Am I escapin’ reality?
Square one we need a new society.
It can’t be based on money it has to be based on children,
and the thought is God.
We are raising God.
Now put God’s hands upon the Earth.
Low and behold we have a new Earth.
