A few weeks ago my little family of three became a family of four when we welcomed the arrival of our son Taeo.

Once again our world has temporarily been turned up-side down. Sleepless nights, lots of visitors, more loads of washing than you could even imagine but all rewarded with watching this new young life develop before our eyes.

In light of the current state of our “normal”, I thought I’d play a song I wrote a few years back about my feelings towards this crazy world we live in.

 

Lyrics:

Waking to a world
So infinitely messed up it must be part of some evil genius’ experiment
Trying to understand
We need to get along but we can’t exist without conflict

Given the power of intellect, and a handful of clues
A desire for knowledge and second hand shoes

Pretty girls and messed up rules
Make believe and social stigma too
Treading water with beaten up limbs; broken arms and battered heads
Trying to stay afloat in an ocean of sins; a life time of regrets
A mental picture of distress

Social abandonment of simplicity
Paperwork and red tape tower toward the sky, tower towards the sky
Does regret equate to blunder?
Given a second change is there something new that you would try?

Given the power of insight, a handful of clues
A desire to dominate and enforce our own views

Pretty girls and mesed up rules
Make believe and social stigma too
Treading water with beaten up limbs; broken arms and battered heads
Trying to stay afloat in an ocean of sins; a life time of regrets
A mental picture of distress

No way home
No way home
Do you call this home?
There’s no way home

Pretty girls and messed up rules
Make believe and social stigma too
Life’s a practical joke; someone’s idea of a sense of humour
Where do we belong?


Music and lyrics by Trevor Petrie
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