We are all so complicated. Same Shit/Complicated by Kimya Dawson You were looking down at them, they were looking down at you. You were starched and pressed, they were all disheveled. They were holding hands, they were ragamuffins and They said I know were not fancy, but were on the same level. Weve got plans, big plans were gonna change the world. All you care about is dollars, that doesnt make sense. All you do is hit snooze, watch the news, buy shoes, drink booze, make Money, feel spent. Day after day after day, its the same shit. Day after day after day, its the same shit. Day after day after day, its the same shit. Day after day after day after day after day. Then you looked at them without batting an eye and said Hey little hippie, let your freak flag fly. Why dont you go smoke a bowl in your best tie dye, Get a tattoo of a dancing bear holding a peace sign. You can talk the talk but when it comes to real change, Arent you and all your little friends exactly the same? You sit around at potlucks pointing fingers, placing blame, Drinking kombucha, and eating tempeh. Day after day after day, its the same shit. Day after day after day, its the same shit. Day after day after day, its the same shit. Day after day after day after day after day. If you are judging them while they are judging you, And you think that makes them assholes, maybe youre an asshole too. Do we argue with each other til we both turn blue, Or find similarities in what we like and what we do? Yeah, just because someone does not look like me Doesnt mean that they are a clone or a sheep. Maybe they like their job and theyre living their dream, And they love their friends and their family. Some people thrive between nine and five, And feel like theyre choking if their necks not tied. And some people feel as if theyre gonna die If their seams arent straight and their shoes arent tied. Some people like business, some people like numbers, Some people grow organic heirloom cucumbers, And only feel free with their hands in the dirt In a pair of old jeans and their favorite t-shirt Some people feel enslaved when they have a boss, Some people without one feel totally lost. To make this world work it takes all different kinds. We have all different tastes, different strengths, different minds, So it doesnt make sense to generalize And it doesnt make sense to judge with our eyes. We need more compassion, we need to be kind If you open your heart you might like what you find. Cause there are some mean bus drivers, but theres some nice bus drivers And there are some nice cops in Madison, Wisconsin. And theres some nice teachers, and theres some mean teachers, Just because you have a mean teacher doesnt mean all teachers suck. And no one is nice all the time, no one is mean all the time Think about what someones going through thats making them be mean to you Maybe their pet gerbil died and they are really sad inside, Or maybe they got in a fight with someone that they really like, Maybe they are really shy and dont know to socialize They just want to run and hide, not saying that its justified But if we learn to empathize the resentments will vaporize Situations metamorphize before out very eyes. Then the need to stereotype will become outdated when we realize everyone Is really complicated. We are all so complicated. I am also complicated...
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 05:24:15 +0000
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