I heard a joke while I was out on the town.
It seemed to capture something novel and profound,
but back at the house when I repeated the words
it didn't have the same effect as just before.
Don't try to move the answer,
it'll be wrong.
You can ask the question but the context is gone;
the truth moves on.
There was a prophet on my end of the train.
He made some sense while we traversed the arid plains
but once we crossed into more populous lands
it was just ramblings from a lost and broken man.
(Repeat chorus)
I had a breakthrough in a vision I dreamt,
it held the key to what my whole existence meant.
Then I described it and it didn't make sense -
it couldn't translate to a state of consciousness.
The Perth dream-poppers energize their enigmatic art-pop with cinematic string samples and churning, stadium-sized choruses. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2020