Uneasy - lyrics

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Uneasy, uneasy
I'm feeling a bit uneasy
Inside my skin today
Woke up twisting and turning
To reality's slap in the face

Tried to fix myself with a dose of Dagoba
A sure cure to chase my blues away
When I wake up in a mind funk
Dreading the outstretched day that lays ahead

Still after hours slowly crawling by
I can't walk a slow and easy line
Is it stupidity I'm drunk off of
Or have my delusions finally taken over

Leaving me lying under ashened skies
That shelter dancing weeping willows
Amidst endless fields of sleeping widows
Who live their lives in vestal mourning

Uneasy, uneasy
I'm feeling a bit uneasy
Inside my head today
Feels like it got stuck inside
A kaleidoscope of psychedelic colors

That's throwing disembodied visions at me
Feels like all four walls are closing in
Suffocating my day into night away
Beneath a blanket of half eaten anxieties

Leaving me all but unsure about my decision
To ignore life's directional intentions
That try to assuage my anarchic mind
With calming thoughts of capitalistic stability

Leaving me hanging from one binding question
If I choose to chase my inescapable dreams
Will I be orphaned on the porch of instability
Left there to squat the rest of my life away

Uneasy, uneasy
I'm feeling a bit uneasy
Inside meaningless questions of today
Wondering if I squandered another 24 hours
As day takes a left turn into night

Would Emma have frittered her mind away
Pondering such frivolous questions
Whose answers equal less than nothing
In the sum total equation of our existence

Have we become products of technology
Leaving idle hands to lead oil fueled wars
Have we become enslaved to greenbacks
Turning us into a disposable society

Their answers are neither here nor there
But rather blowing in the winds of futility
Blowing downward from capistalic neo-cons
Who hang their hats upon our freedoms


- by Savannah Skye...

NOTE: Emma = Emma Goldman...

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~hellbaby~~hellbaby~almost 19 years ago
Aah

Did you life my life today? I just read my entire day's turmoil.

Bridget69Bridget69about 19 years ago
True to life.

I think we've all experienced these feelings at one time or another. I know I have.

evelyn_carrollevelyn_carrollabout 19 years ago
Yes!

Nothing constructive to say, I'm afraid. Just liked it.