DMLH Lyrics - Things Tend To Happen

I wrote this song during this past summer while going through a number of beats that Alex had produced in 2004. This one caught me because it was so subtle, yet when you hear it through some badass subs it overpowers most clubs. Anyway, at first I thought that the chorus concept was a little too vague, but after a year of total absurdity and probably the most self growth I have experienced yet, I think there is probably no other way to describe this wild ride.





THINGS TEND TO HAPPEN:

if we don't notice
then maybe we might act in
our best interest and ask man
we're at half mast with our heads in the past
while my heart is in the present
tearing the strings from the mask

akin to wearing things received
as a true gift from the trash
faces grin: i can bear that
with the strength of my laugh
i chase the wind to find my spirit
sitting steady like a statue
ask, you may receive
what you need
or perceive to lack
i hope you will succeed in that
i believe in the maps
of the stars
and the hands that clap
in the back of these bars
while we stand there and stare
as the bands get prepared
i believe in the traps
for the scared
so i'm facing my fears
i want to chase em with beers
but that's complacent and geared
to making me forget the reason
i'm so blatantly weird
what i create is the mirror
to see my fate through the years
when i can't see it clear
i wonder where I'm looking from
here, hear the kicking drums
cheer when the weekend comes NEAR
we cycle through the seasons
keep our vital signs breathing
see with sight: the signs meaning
is the right to reason:
its alike to the timed
flash sequence of the lights
its the sight in the mind
as the image reunites
its the memories we make
with all the message we're given
our energy at stake
that feeds our enemies within
you can catch me at the gate
watching with empathy and vision
will it ever be different?
will i only be the witness?

as things tend to happen,
if we don't notice
then maybe we might act in
our best interest and ask man
we're at half mast with our heads in the past
while my heart is in the present
tearing the strings from the mask

This is the moment that we're sharing
hold our stories in a basket
all we ever wanted
was our future tied fast with
the strands that extend throughout
the passage of time
what we choose is our path
which every action refines
when i sing its for the sensual
impact on my mind
ring with vibration in my breath to match
the earth and the sky
I am a person alive
i learn how people survive
I earn my place out in this process
of rebirth and design

i'm searching for the signs
that have been placed for my eyes
so i can learn how my perception
keeps my whole world aligned
its worth the time to turn my mind
into a beacon that shines
to build my heart into the rhythm
that can move us through the lines
fill my voice with all the wisdom i can find in the clutter
let the noise turn into symphonies all timed with each other
or allow myself to learn as it occurs while i stare
without a doubt as to the purpose myself when i'm there


as things tend to happen,
if we don't notice
then maybe we might act in
our best interest and ask man
we're at half mast with our heads in the past
while my heart is in the present
tearing the strings from the mask