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intertribalA dedication to "Lost!", currently my favorite song off Viva La Vida.
For some reason whenever Coldplay says "lost!" and I wouldn't frighten other people, I throw up my hands with this huge smile and shout "lost!" with them. I'm very attracted to the idea of being lost, I think it's one of the great secrets of life. I think it stems from that whole looking-into-the-chaos-and-liking-it thing from Zorba the Greek. I feel like what "lost!" speaks to is the uncertainty and randomness of life, the inability to plan, the failure of realism, #1 teams losing to small insignificant teams at the end of the season, the U.S. losing in Vietnam (hell, if the U.S. hasn't been dead lost in all its wars following World War II...), change, catastrophe, system malfunction. The fact that we spend our lives pushing boulders up a hill like Sisyphus, and that we must find joy in pushing up that boulder - "the rock is my thing", to paraphrase Camus, is my life philosophy. I told this to my boss in Surabaya when she was complaining about the constant bureaucratic bullshit coming from Jakarta - "embrace the rock," I told her, "love the rock".
Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost, doesn't mean I'll stop, doesn't mean I'm in a cross (?)
just because I'm hurting doesn't mean I'm hurt, doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserved, no better and no worse
I just got lost!
Every river that I've tried to cross... every door I ever tried was locked
oh and I'm just waiting 'til the shine wears off
You might be in a big fish in a little pond - doesn't mean you've won, cuz along may come a bigger one -
And you'll be lost!
Every river that you tried to cross... every gun you ever have went off...
oh and I'm just waiting 'til the firing's stopped
oh and I'm just waiting 'til the shine wears off
For some reason whenever Coldplay says "lost!" and I wouldn't frighten other people, I throw up my hands with this huge smile and shout "lost!" with them. I'm very attracted to the idea of being lost, I think it's one of the great secrets of life. I think it stems from that whole looking-into-the-chaos-and-liking-it thing from Zorba the Greek. I feel like what "lost!" speaks to is the uncertainty and randomness of life, the inability to plan, the failure of realism, #1 teams losing to small insignificant teams at the end of the season, the U.S. losing in Vietnam (hell, if the U.S. hasn't been dead lost in all its wars following World War II...), change, catastrophe, system malfunction. The fact that we spend our lives pushing boulders up a hill like Sisyphus, and that we must find joy in pushing up that boulder - "the rock is my thing", to paraphrase Camus, is my life philosophy. I told this to my boss in Surabaya when she was complaining about the constant bureaucratic bullshit coming from Jakarta - "embrace the rock," I told her, "love the rock".
Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost, doesn't mean I'll stop, doesn't mean I'm in a cross (?)
just because I'm hurting doesn't mean I'm hurt, doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserved, no better and no worse
I just got lost!
Every river that I've tried to cross... every door I ever tried was locked
oh and I'm just waiting 'til the shine wears off
You might be in a big fish in a little pond - doesn't mean you've won, cuz along may come a bigger one -
And you'll be lost!
Every river that you tried to cross... every gun you ever have went off...
oh and I'm just waiting 'til the firing's stopped
oh and I'm just waiting 'til the shine wears off
