Driving along in traffic listening to Bush’s Greedy Fly…
And then it hit me.
… And we are servants of our formulaic ways…
I must have listened to this song a hundred times before, and never took notice of that line. And no, I’m not gonna go into a philosophical rant about what it means. I just thought it was so appropriate for the times we live in and aptly describes so many people, maybe even me.
The song below really only gets going around 2 minutes into the video, but it’s well worth watching.
Greedy Fly by Bush
Do you feel the way you hate, do you hate the way you feel
Always closest to the flame, ever closer to the blade
I am poison crazy lush, built these hands to lift me up
We are servants of our formulaic ways
I’m screaming daisies
From 14 miles away I’ve got my own time
Got it all today
Make up your mind, need some help to find this mind, mind, mind
Limbo this and limbo that, you were this and you were that
Ever know that what you fear is what you find
This Indian summer I signed my life away
There’s a greedy fly in here and I fly away
Make up your mind, need some help to find this mind, mind, mind
Make up your mind, need some help to find this mind, mind, mind
Make up your mind, need some help to find this mind, mind, mind
Mind, mind, mind, mind, mind, mind
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