Displays of Power - The Nomad

The wooden plank that acts as a bench on this crude picnic table needs to be replaced. There are sparse instances of damage that gives prospective splitters a chance to embed themselves in the palm of some unsuspecting toddler. It has lost its vibrant amber color, and given way to a dingy grey with algae-green lace. Yes, it needs to be changed before it becomes a liability; a provocation of anger and interrogation. Demands for answers, but not permitted to refute. I was told it's better to happy than to be right.

I'd like to assume that all of us have felt powerless before. Or maybe more so that, at some point, we have all felt as though power was being held over us by an outside entity. Whether it be from an employer, or a lover, some deep-seeded secret, or a vice, we become unrecognizable to ourselves, slaves to the impulses of an ulterior. That sounds awfully negative. But I'm not entirely sure it always is. What if one entity overpowers another that is overpowering you? Sure, this one is easy: A relationship ends and the crutch becomes a drink. The drink helps you get lost in other thoughts besides the nagging of every memory and moment. Okay, this is silly... How about another layer? Like some frickin' Inception shit?

This brings us to the next song on my upcoming EP: 

The Nomad

He plays the rambling songs
The voice of a nomad
It clears my head
Steadies my hand
Famous names thrown around
Like the nomad throws knives
It clears my head
Steadies my hand

He's filling my head to clear it
He's filling my head to clear it

Handfuls of pills thrown around
The audience extends their hands
Applaud the nomad
Who plays the rambling songs
That clear my head
Applaud the nomad
Praise for him

He's filling my head to clear it
He's filling my head to clear it
He's filling my head, get out of my head
He's filling my head