I hugged the wife and drove to work today
It was only a few miles
Was in a hurry but the lights were changing up ahead
So I stepped on the gas
It is quite easy to drive too hard sometimes. Even in my small and rambling car I hardly drove slower than the maximum speed on the highways. Sometimes it is a good thing to realise: why do we do what we do? Are we really in a hurry? What do we win by speeding up? What does it cost us? In the end we get where we need to be, no matter how fast we drive. All it often takes is a deep breath, and to get that foot off the gas for a moment, to enjoy more of the ride towards our destination. No need to hurry, why not stop at the traffic lights and see that flowers in the verge, or go from home somewhat earlier to just see the sunrise when you leave?
I checked the web and left it on over night
Downloading all the latest files
Peer to peer, the torrent flows into my lap
And I disconnect
Downloading stuff can be quite easy, and save a lot of money. And I admit, I download myself; otherwise I would not be able to read as many books as I would wish, or watch as many series as I would wish. On the other hand, the artists do not get the money for their work when I download, the authors do not get paid for their beautiful words, the singer trains his voice for free, the actor learns all those lines by heart… they have costs, of the computer to write on, the studio, the costumes for a movie etc. I have realised before, we are spoilt in a way. Not only with this – it reminds me of the people who told me that the stuff I sell is so expensive. Yes, it is, until I count out for them that I do not even make a fourth of their hourly wages, even when I do not take the time I spend on things like photography, marketing, administration, selling etc. into account. Somehow we all think that our time and effort is worth more than the time and effort of someone else.
We all know no need to remind us
We all know we won’t connect the dots
We all know locked away inside us
We are dying for tomorrow
We are living for today
I rushed back home to my family
I got my son a brand new game
No need to cook, I picked up fast food on the way
And it’s finger-licking good
Because another new computer game is better than a meal that is cooked with love, you know. We often try to pay time with presents, while some attention is free – and a home cooked meal is better and cheaper than fastfood.
Have you seen little Steve today?
Guess he’s still up there in his room
But if he comes down to
I’ll be right here just staring at the tune
Playing his game
We often disconnect somehow, while it can be as easy as saying ‘hello’ and playing the new game together. Personally I cannot imagine kids being somewhere while the parents do not even know where they are, or say hello. My mother was home most of the time, and when my father came out of work, he always came to us to greet us – and we dined together, which always was a hustle of telling stories and connecting as a family. To tell the truth, this part of the song gives me the creepers. What happens when even your own dad does not care where you are, and prefers playing a computer game to making sure you are okay?
Don’t you think it’s rather warm tonight
Especially for the time of year
I turn up the air pull the sheets up to my chin
And I close my eyes
No, like it is really getting cooler by putting on the air…
Can’t relax, can’t fall asleep
Should I take another pill?
I turn up the lights, light up a cigarette and smile
I’ve got it made
In the end I think it is not strange he cannot sleep. Unfortunately this is what many people see as having got it made: having the money for a car in which you can drive too fast, being able to hurry and be busy with nothing, losing connection with what is important, and needing a pill to sleep. I know that I prefer to keep a calmer pace – and I feel rich that I am happy and content with a lot less, as long as I can connect with the people around me, and the things that are important.
(Music and lyrics: Arjen Anthony Lucassen http://www.arjenlucassen.com/)