Uncommon Nasa - A Walk on East 11th Street Lyrics

I want that life
Whether imagined or fiction
It’s not the riches
It’s the overall habitat I can’t place
But I want it to visuals
Stealing individualism
Every brick faced entryway is a taunt
Every instagram post in broad day
The sun shining, what is this?
I’m tethered while those with freedom to be are nothing
When I get it, I don’t know what to do with it
I’m too tired to free myself and hopes in short supply
Maybe I’ll understand when I die
Is this the ending or the beginning?
It all smells like bacon, egg and cheese - the colors pulsing
My heartbeat in sync with every footstep - I’m focused
An over-focus that leaves me overworked and ambitious
These thoughts and motivations viscous
An angry young man chasing dreams of twenty years ago
It’s all the same except the people, the places and the things
Does the time machine take me to the future or the past?
How do I balance making joy last?
These stupid questions
Less lessons and slaps to the face
I don’t know who I am, but I see you so confident
Sketch pad in hand, no where to go
Somehow bills are paid, or there aren’t that many
Life in the city, New York nooks and crannies
If I started a Youtube channel about it, I’d be forced to smile
Bombarded by the complexity of eased living
This is the street - The Happy Village
Our house, that’s Madness
Is that truly a cause for sadness?
Or wonder, I ponder
My mind racing like it usually does
When I stare at you with intense eyes, I’m scared
So now you are too
I’m through, through and through just for walking through
Do I want to slow down or speed up?
Pace myself or catch up?
Rest up at this store front?
Established 1966, How does that even exist?
Accomplishment through risk, is it this? (is this it?)
Is this the leap I’ve been talking about my whole life while somewhat being semi in the midst of it?
Perhaps a twist?
No
In a land of no need, I want
My want is terrifying and never sustained and not a purchase on Amazon
A desire never to be held
A mental quiet
A hush
A peace
A never state of being
I see it in others but that can be projection
A self derived form of protection
If only I had the time, and/or money of these folks
And saying “that’s not real” is a defeat in and of itself
No surrender (repeated)

I want that life
Whether imagined or fiction
It’s not the riches
It’s the overall habitat I can’t place
But I want it to visuals
Stealing individualism
Every brick faced entryway is a taunt
Every instagram post in broad day
The sun shining, what is this?
I’m tethered while those with freedom to be are nothing
When I get it, I don’t know what to do with it
I’m too tired to free myself and hopes in short supply
Maybe I’ll understand when I die
Is this the ending or the beginning?
It all smells like bacon, egg and cheese - the colors pulsing
My heartbeat in sync with every footstep - I’m focused
An over-focus that leaves me overworked and ambitious
These thoughts and motivations viscous
An angry young man chasing dreams of twenty years ago
It’s all the same except the people, the places and the things
Does the time machine take me to the future or the past?
How do I balance making joy last?
These stupid questions
Less lessons and slaps to the face
I don’t know who I am, but I see you so confident
Sketch pad in hand, no where to go
Somehow bills are paid, or there aren’t that many
Life in the city, New York nooks and crannies
If I started a Youtube channel about it, I’d be forced to smile
Bombarded by the complexity of eased living
This is the street - The Happy Village
Our house, that’s Madness
Is that truly a cause for sadness?
Or wonder, I ponder
My mind racing like it usually does
When I stare at you with intense eyes, I’m scared
So now you are too
I’m through, through and through just for walking through
Do I want to slow down or speed up?
Pace myself or catch up?
Rest up at this store front?
Established 1966, How does that even exist?
Accomplishment through risk, is it this? (is this it?)
Is this the leap I’ve been talking about my whole life while somewhat being semi in the midst of it?
Perhaps a twist?
No
In a land of no need, I want
My want is terrifying and never sustained and not a purchase on Amazon
A desire never to be held
A mental quiet
A hush
A peace
A never state of being
I see it in others but that can be projection
A self derived form of protection
If only I had the time, and/or money of these folks
And saying “that’s not real” is a defeat in and of itself
No surrender (repeated)