Helplessness Blues by Fleet Foxes
I was raised up believing
I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes
Unique in each way you can see
And now after some thinking
I’d say I’d rather be
A functioning cog in some great machinery
Serving something beyond me
But I don’t … know what that will be
…
What’s my name, what’s my station
Oh just tell me what I should do
I don’t need to be kind to the armies of night
…
Or bow down and be grateful
…
To the men who move only in dimly-lit halls
And determine my future for me
And … I don’t know who to believe
…
If I know only one thing
It’s that every thing that I see
Of the world outside is so inconceivable
Often I barely can speak
…
If I had an orchard
I’d work till I’m raw
If I had an orchard
I’d work till I’m sore
And you would wait tables
And soon run the store
…
(por LewisLickitung)
