Courtney Pruitt - Imag(ine) Language [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Too often,

we fixate on the image printed,

not the developing movement.

Like meditating on meditation,

we want to be lifted

but are stumbling in a dark room,

burning under red lights,

soaking habits in memories,

wandering drunk,

indifferent,

swollen

to chunky manipulations,

salivating perfection,

tripping on randomness.

Why not dissolve this image?

Why not warp it?

Or invert it?

Find an alternative

to the identity crisis chorus

stemming from Morse.

Cut all the palm trees down

and plant orange trees instead.

At least ppl would be fed

Right now were watching the sunset on Sunset.

There are hardly any unnamed streets left.

Yet so many names left.

Lets delete the in from invent

and ruminate on this.

Create a blind language,

hack into Pinterest and delete everything.

Circulate images outside name's wavelength.

Co-create a culture without misogynic advertisements cloaked as sayings.

Cause nothing perfect is a perfect image.

Let's trade judgement for unfiltered understanding.

Let's trade words for vocalizations.

Let's trade pop stars for the musicians.

Turn off the red light and

turn on the green light

and get sick of looking better

in sepia toned filters.