How many days pass you by before you notice nothing is changing?

What a poignant song this is. You almost instantly begin to feel the need to escape…but it makes the point, clearly, dramatically, that it is not simply about living in a broken system.

It’s about what you do with it.


“six billion backs against the wall 
now do we walk or run?
this puzzle’s falling into place.
once more around the sun,
remember when you were a kid?
those days were all so long.
but if we don’t do this,
somebody else will.

three billion backs against the wall,
A prayer for everyone.
we saw the changing at the sea,
but not a thing was done.
remember when you could rely?
those days are all but gone 


and if we don’t do this
somebody else will
if we don’t do this
somebody else will
somebody else will

one billion backs against the wall
at least our feet were dry
I was an honor to myself,
this storm would pass me by
remembering the things I did,
I knew I would survive

but if we don’t do this
somebody else will.
if we don’t do this.
somebody else will,
somebody else will.

one billion backs against the wall,
now do we walk or run?
one thousand backs against the wall,
now do we walk or run?


one hundred backs against the wall
now do we walk or run?
it’s just your back against the wall,
now do you walk or run?
remember when you were a kid?
those days are all but gone.
if we don’t do this,
nobody else will.
if we don’t do this,
nobody else will,
nobody else will.

~The Sea Change 
Turin Brakes
Many blame the government. But is that really fair? What makes them so special to get the credit, or the blame? More than I ever, I see so much wrong in the way people, people of society, treat each other and talk about each other. You’re either someone’s enemy or their pawn, or trying to make them one of yours. There seems little in between, especially from those who talk a big game about change while spouting “You’re wrong, so I’m right,” fallacies. They are wading through toxic swamp water, saying if you drink near them, you’re safe.

Elsewhere, the ego pervades: “Listen to me, look at me, love me,” they cry online, “make it easy for me!”  And “Wouldn’t I be so much happier,” they wonder surrounded by family, “if I had more stuff?”  

Since when did getting attention become the only way to self-satisfy? And since when did it become such a fucking chore to care even a little bit for the rest of society? Don’t tell me it’s not related. I have seen the results of living irresponsibly, and no, it’s not pretty, but I don’t think it would be so bad if we knew how to treat each other as equals, if we let go of some of the judgement.The blinders we’ve managed to secure so tightly on our self-obsessed skulls consequentially constricted the blood flow to our hearts and our heads.

In our society, I can’t help but see what I see as obvious:

The less you treat people like humans, the more like animals they’re going to become, and then I don’t think your numbers will mean shit.