What You Feel
(B. Mosley)
appears on Charge (Chärj)
I wrote this song about questing after emotional fluency, carrying a bucket of social commentary, driven by spiritual pinings. It was sparked by a very vivid dream in which I was confronting my younger self, face-to-face. I was firing a barrage of questions: “What’s your favorite color? What’s your middle name?”, and so on.
When younger me started to respond, I interrupted: “Those things are all imaginary. What do you FEEL? Do you even know? THAT’S what matters right now.”
The Sanskrit in the final refrain is an invocation to Grace. That refrain also includes my plea, my watchword…nay, my “brand”: #feeltheloveyall
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Privilege is a dysfunction, and pretension aims to win the human race
The creme of the meme are havin’ children that are feral, locked up looking down out of a personless face
Cobain ran the course of generation X ennui… blew that like a whistle. sheep won’t stampede
Word within the herd is it cannot locate it’s being in the city’s sad bacchanal, the madness of kings
I ask my heart to help me remember to come out, watch the sun sweat
See, the deal is: your name and your notions are imaginary…
What you feel is real – sweet emptiness
What you feel is real – you are welcome
What you feel is real – testify
What you feel is real
The flag is a pathogen…wrap it up in a body bag
It’s a pimp named goodness…profane…profound
Always on the corner of walk and don’t walk on the
Last remaining patch of dry ground
In it to win it or above it to love it
Just glance around at which ones got the guns
Eat up the people…shit out the money
Havin’ at the planet ’til she’s done for
And i know there is perfection here
See, the deal is: your name and your notions are imaginary…
What you feel is real – may I remind you
What you feel is real – now touch yourself
What you feel is real – do you feel the love?
What you feel is real
You are shouting stars and no one ever hurts or hates you but for those who are afraid
Half a boat will float and hold the stillness. as far as words go it can be said:
We would not have a word if we did not have each other
Dad never could take the bad with the good
Scream from my dreams up and out across the island, coming loose inside me
We are all tomorrow’s food
Sweet like the rain…holy in amness…just dying to live a little
Your stake in the game and your name and your notions are imaginary…
What you feel is real – I raise my hand
What you feel is real – can I get an amen?
What you feel is real – if you wanna fly, then fly
What you feel is real – Om Namah Shivaya Gurave
What you feel is real – Saccidananda Murtaye
What you feel is real – Nishprapanchaya Shantaya
What you feel is real – Niralambaya Tejase
What you feel is real – in your gaze and your voice,
Every choice, your wealth, your stake in the game and the game itself
Heaven and Hell
I tell ya – imaginary
What you feel is real
Feel the love y’all
Feel the love y’all
Feel the love y’all
Feel the love, love, love