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about
I was asked to write this song to accompany an article about a friend (Stirling Myles) running a solo marathon after the one he was signed up for was canceled due to Covid-19. It's about the individual struggle for wellness, more specifically it's about my relationship with anxiety and depression- and how running helps me manage those conditions.
It was written, recorded, and produced in a week, during Covid-19 social distancing, in my apartment, with contributions from Omar Shabbar, Colin McNalley, and Greg O'Toole.
Artwork by Michael Gavin White
@green_eyed_look_alike
lyrics
I am a humble breathing machine
I take comfort in listening to experts agree
And when drywall and bricks hide the high anxious streets
I find chaos in the stillness of the air that’s in between
Been living like courage is tied up in action
Starting to feel like that was a distraction
But I’m not here to preach
Not here to sell
I just wanna be well
With these walls the limits of what we can dream
we’ll hang tapestries up of celestial things
Their coldness suspended; the loneliest scene
in the vast anechoic anxiety machine
The weight of their awe forming cracks to the ground
Mind pulled to their orbit- as the whole house comes down
But I’ll build it all back- I won’t take it for granted
I want to be well
shaking off dust
through the Cycles of lush, famine and drought
the things we have seen would have seemed like a dream
we know they’re possible now
I am potential kinetic energy
I find purpose in pushing myself
under the sky’s vibrant mystical textures
a sovereign expression of health
sometimes each steps so incredibly far it feels naive to step out
but I’m through feeding anger- this crater- this cell
I want to be well
taking our turns
In the sickest of worlds while times running out
but the things we have seen- they once seemed like a dream
too absurd or far out
the things we have seen- it wasn’t a dream
It was our way out
I’m a collection of headlines and memes
I find comfort in the structure of familiar beats
when the men play out war games in televised scenes
I take comfort in objecting where no one can see
a symphony of limits // fight the civics of dreams
And lash out at the anechoic anxiety machine
The pressure of feeding your wealth
At the cost of my health
I want you to be well
but I clawed my way out of hell I want to be loved
And I want to be well
credits
released May 22, 2020
Written, Engineered and Produced by Mike Legere
Mike Legere- acoustic/electric guitar, vocals, percussion, bass
Omar Shabbar- slide guitar, bass
Greg O'Toole- electric guitar
Colin McNalley- drums
Artwork by Michael Gavin White
Special Thanks to: Stirling Myles, Dante Matas, Stewart Legere
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