“Disenchanted” - Diacritical 2007 Such Records. One of the more musically interesting of the Diacritical songs this has a cycling 6/8 rhythm coupled by a fervent choir of chanting as the back drop for a song that expresses the disillusionment of circumstance. We are not all meant to be what we dream but we dream anyway, the journey from ego to self realization is one laden with disappointment, if desire is truly the route of suffering, why do we keep trying, is it pride or something even more? Are we shapers of reality, or bound by circumstance.
Lyrics:
(chanting ” i just don’t give up”)
Right across the street
The air smells sweeter
The vibrant illusion
Of my so called fever
Could I be the beloved
Or the cheap thrill seeker
In this cold reality
The truth is I’m neither
Shove it back inside the package
Return to sender
You’re just average
You’re nothing special
You don’t feel equal
The mood is never tranquil
And it never will be
I’m disenchanted
my foes all vanquished
to end the rampage I spoke another language
no matter how much I cry
the sun will still be there when I wake up
I can’t ensure that I’ll endure another day of feeling this way
This tightened face
It plays charades
I’m being vague
But that’s OK
See, I’m fragile like the moment before you spill your guts
No more eloquence
I just don’t give (a fuck) / up
