The Wait - Guitar for Worms

I found a dead man
I took his clothes and his wallet
He smiled at me and said "Thanks"
"Now I have a successor"
I'd never seen anyone so grateful

I found his family's home phone in his wallet
I called and said "I'm here to take on his legacy"
They weeped in joy and said "thank you, thank you
Thank you for honoring him"

We found the lost city under the sea
We found its culture and it was so amazing
It was just what we expected it to be
It was just like what we're making now
It was hypermodern hypermodern hypermodern
It was foretold!

We recovered a drenched painting of one of the innovators
I looked at him and his face looked like just like mine
But he was more assertive
And he had a body count

Many other people found similar parallels but I knew I was the one who'd really make it to resemble
My
Esteemed
Glorious
Sunken drowned self
I began scouring his recovered biography
A book that was put in rice to undo the water damage
I tried to copy the things he did
And I made the people around me be named the same things as the people around him were named

I got my bones extended so I would be as tall as him
I found a good mask on eBay so I'd look like him
They were selling masks of him because he was so famous of course
But none of them- actually many of them now knew that I was his true heir

I wrote a novel about two people in love and the future of humanity
And it was in space and on the Earth all at once
And it was about the people's own inner reflected traumas
And it was about ideas, the sort of which are rarely discussed by in literature to-day
I brought it to my editor
He said it was filled with errors
Both typographical and factual
And so I had him executed
I fired him
And then I self-fricking-published
Cuz I knew that's what my Atlantic self would of[sic] done
Even though he strangely seemed to have
Much better success with all the high-up
Fat-cats in the Atlantic industries

It was a miracle
4 people found it and expressed their interest
And 1 of them even showed one of his friends about it
I knew
Then
That
I had achieved all I ever would in life and it was time to relax and calm down just fucking kidding!
Goddammit I'm a juggernaut!
I just hope they stop doing this coy joke where they pretend not to like it as much as they do

Sometimes I get the scary thought that these people are incapable of expressing or formulating meaning
That we, the musicians, those with the guts to learn and speak a language, are the last among our kind
Soon to be replaced by mute automatons!!
Just muttering random series of syllables without deep intricate thought put into each:
Panning, volume
Harmony, resonance, rhythm
These are things that may become obsolete among the mute automata who may out-
Perform
Us at reproduction in the intellectual and perhaps even physical spheres

I'm frequently-
I am occasionally upset by a rare sort of work that I come across every now and then that suggests a complete detachment from things that matter, or have meaning, or make sense, or are in a common language
And many times these works will be about wishing they could, but you'll look beneath it all and there's a sort of ambivalence, like, no, they don't really mind they're putting this out into the world, this thing that doesn't have a language and doesn't have meaning and doesn't express purpose that can be understood by any person or maybe at all
You know?
I, it's just- I mean-
I mean, in the modern day and age, you see, so many things just don't have meaning, and the fact that people aren't willing to collaborate with the meaning imbuer just makes me a little bit annoyed!
Like, well, if you don't wanna do that, then are you just gonna be going around speaking a language you just made up that no-one can possibly understand?
And sometimes I found in exceptionally horrible cases there are other people validating this worldview, of a language that isn't universal, even though art is supposed to be that! And it makes me a little bit frus-tra-ted!
All I can do is continue to make mine[sic] work with a great meaning, with a commonly held transparent meaning, and hope that I can inspire enough people to hit "Share" that we may subvert this predicament, this terrible future of everyone falling into their own holes where language is no longer shared, and meaning is no longer shared, and sense is antiquated!
I hope to avert this terrible and very much possible future before it is too late!

Here is a G chord!
Think about what feelings that chord inspired in you, and find it within yourself to embrace that shared meaning.
The kind of sound you hear on a happy, warm summer's day.
I am a communicator! I use my own words! I use commonly agreed-upon words to construct new but familiar sentences, leading way to new, yet unique concepts- yet known concepts!
And it just frightens me how many people are willing to jump over all of that, go a step or three too far, and end up in a zone of incomprehensibility!
It is like a junk food of the mind!

Such a glorious language
And once I learn it, everyone will understand me, whether they want to or not
They will have to concede that I make sense
That I can form sentences with proper grammar
That I can construct sayings with a meaning
They will have to concede that they can hear me when I speak
Because I will be speaking so fluently, so heart-wrenchingly, and perhaps even so fast
I will be saying sentences they never considered
And as they turn their heads away to ignore me
They will jerk it back, realizing I have said something - I have crafted something - new

[Siren; passing vehicle]

Gradually, resistance will fall
As they all realize
After accidentally hearing me out
That I am an intelligent, worldly person
Then I will have allies who will protect me
And assure me
That nothing much is too terribly wrong