Friends from Coaxial Chaos by Watabou
Friendship is powerful. Interpersonal synergy and collective efforts literally pave the way for personal endeavors to flourish, and it makes sense for us to feel preferential toward others who can appreciate ourselves and our work. Just as any other experience, though, friendship can fade or change. Others’ interests alter over time, and with it enthusiasm and support can fade away if not maintained. It’s easy to feel confused or conflicted about these changes, especially if you feel there is still work left to be done for you personally to reach the end goals that brought you together with others to begin with. Redirection is one option, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with redirecting yourself to have more of a place among those who meant so much to you before; though maintaining course and seeing your endeavors through to the end may involve letting go of connections you once held dear. The best friends who gave you support but haven’t had the time of day for years, the family that is interested in your status above your fulfillment, the collaborator that stopped contributing months ago. Especially in the age of social media, there will always be reminders and updates that leave us hanging on to dangling threads of hope. We fixate on this hope to distract us from how terrifying the thought of starting over really is, and all too easily we spend countless hours indulging in all these little strands from different places, ignoring the chaotic web of reality for the potential for any of hundreds of opportunities for reconnection to manifest into something more real again. All the while there is still work we personally need to do. There are things we need to still create, and those things begin by rebuilding momentum and taking those first few forward steps once again.
Tracklist
| 6. | Friends | 1:35 |
Lyrics
Remember all your friends
Who used to show love
Themselves to another
But now just fuck around
Just bitch their time away
No use in playing favorites, 'cause compassion ain't a fuckin' game
No use in holding back either, no use in staying here and afraid
Afraid of being alone
It's bound to happen anywhere that you go
Regardless of your social aptitude
You'll never totally avoid the lack of interaction that you
Hate, and that's not subject to change
You're forced to do something or else you'll be forced to remain
A lifeless imitation of the points you claim
('Cause you're)
Keeping your face down inside of your cellphone
Wasting your whole youth idling on Facebook (fuck that)
Drinking and shit, I don't wanna hear it's because
You're too afraid you'll alienate yourself from
The type of networks that will
make haste/lay waste
To efforts in extending reach
past anything outside of these
Semi-social social exhibitions
(Filled with stagnant inhibitions)
In a way that never ends
Be with friends
Credits
License
CC BY-NC-SA 3.0. See the Creative Commons website for details.
Watabou is the amalgamation of extensive electronic programming, punishing physical externalization, subconscious realization, and constructive manipulation of myself and my art. It is the peak of my artistic externalization and I hope you understand and enjoy it for what it is.