This song is told from the perspective of a Forrest Gump like character, where viewing the world through the prism of a stunted mind gives you a much stronger sense of how absurd we are. I often wonder if in the oblivion of madness there could be an ecstatic union with the underlying order of things, something totally fantastic which is completely invisible and inaccessible to someone whose neurons are firing in the right order, a transcendental awareness which comes with the dissolution of the ego.

My favourite line in the song is “theres no-one left to liberate”. This song is a product of the Bush years, and the constant moronic mantra of freedom and democracy as justification for violence against the innocent. It seemed that administration would liberate us all to death. The song is part autobiographical, I definitely feel that I have some deficiency which renders me incapable of accepting the standard line of things in whatever form its given. It does deal with the falsity of appearances, such as “the moon was a liar…”, it seems as if the moon emits light and every living thing on earth for hundreds of millions of years would have drawn this conclusion, yet it merely reflects the light of the sun. It took two billion years of evolution since the advent of the most basic forms of life on this planet for a consciousness sufficiently advanced to discover that, and it blows me away. Its that feeling of existential expansive wonderment I have tried to imbue this song with.

Both lyrics and melody for this song had a long and difficult birth. It started with the echoing clean riff over the intro/verse drumbeat, I liked the solidity and strange beauty of the instrumentals, but couldn’t nail down the melody and lyrics. I tried four or five different permutations of both verse and chorus to end up with the song.

The chorus might seem a little apocryphal (and if the sun comes up tomorrow theres gonna be hell to pay), but don’t get me wrong, Im not a wrist slashing misanthrope.