What do you see?

Alienation, isolation
Independence achieved through
Lack of motivation

When we speak, we speak of ourselves
We speak of women we sang soliloquies of seduction
Laced with lies to
To foster an urge
We speak of our new ford pickups
Only $50,000 dollars, none of which we earned

We speak of vanity of hatred of grime
The sludge seeps from our mouths
Dripping onto the dirty floor
Piling up, as we wade through the putrescence
Until we are one, indistinguishable
Mass of slugging sludge

I want not to be sludge!
Life, break me free
Punk, make me me
Folk, give me she
That girl I wish to be
For I have no identity
Save for the one inside of me
My soul lives, alone
People are foreign
People are weird
People are me
We are energy
Begging to feel
Share
Love

But how?

How do we relate when we become someone else
When we borrow style and mind
When we assume the vocal positions of our peers
And resemble each other, in an army of urban outfitter
When we see only fabric, facial structure and faux silhouettes

For I am not who you see
When you look at me
Detached from myself,
My reflection reflects nothing
Mirrors are futile-unable to reflect
Reflect: to manifest or bring back

Not to project oneself
One's passions, love, bings, ideas
Physical appearances
Mannequins walking around
Faces painted with rainbows
Is this all we are?
Is this all people see?
Reflections of our parents' disproportional noses
Buggish eyes and bowed legs
Why can't we be without?
Shedding our skins
Our thin, faded hair
And overly generous love handles

Then
Become
Human

We find our voices
We shout out our true souls
And become what we admire
We embrace each other in love



Jeffrey Lewis is so great. Some say a male version of Kimya. Not a fan of Kimya, her voice is too childish. And Jeffrey does these amazing "Complete history of.."s and released an album of all crass covers. He's got the urgency of the punk scene and the heart of a folk singer. Ugly Nerdy little Sweetheart.