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This Is a Perfect Moment: The Song
I'm releasing songs from the soundtrack for my book, PRONOIA Is the Antidote for Paranoia. This song is called "This Is a Perfect Moment." If you have any trouble downloading the mp3, go here. Right-click the downward-facing arrow. On a Mac, click the mouse on the arrow as you press "Control."  Here are the lyrics: Something wonderful is going to happen to you! This is a perfect moment. It's a perfect moment for many reasons, but especially because you and I are waking up from our sleepwalking, thumb-sucking, dumb-clucking collusion with the masters of delusion and destruction. Thanks to them, from whom the painful blessings flow, we are waking up. Their wars and tortures, their crimes against nature, extinctions of species and brand new diseases. Their spying and lying in the name of the father, sterilizing seeds and trademarking water. Molestations of God, celebrations of shame, stealing our dreams and changing our names. Their cunning commercials and blood-sucking hustles, their endless rehearsals for the end of the world. Thanks to them, from whom the painful blessings flow, we are waking up. Their painful blessings are cracking open more and more gashes in the shrunken and crippled mass hallucination that is mistakenly called "reality." And through the fractures, ripe eternity is flooding in; news of the soul's true home is pouring in; our allies from the other side of the veil are swarming in, inspiring us to become smarter and wilder and kinder and trickier. We are waking up. As heaven and earth come together, as the dreamtime and daytime merge, we register the shockingly exhilarating fact that we are in charge -- you and I are in charge -- of creating a brand new world. Not in some distant time or faraway place, but right here and right now. If you do not bring the genius within you, it will destroy you. But if you do bring forth the genius within you, it will free you. As we stand on this brink, as we dance on this verge, we cannot let the ruling fools of the dying world sustain their curses. We have to rise up and fight their insane logic; defy, resist, and prevent their tragic magic; erupt with our sacred rage and supercharge it. But overthrowing the living dead is not enough. Protesting the well-dressed monsters is not enough. We can't afford to be consumed with our anger; can't be obsessed and possessed by their danger. Our mysterious bodies crave delight and fertility. Our ancient imaginations demand fresh tastes of infinity. In the new world we're creating, we need lusty compassion and ecstatic duty, ingenious love and insurrectionary beauty. radical curiosity and reverent pranks, voracious listening and ferocious thanks. I believe reality is a marvelous joke that is staged for my edification and amusement, and everyone is working very hard to make me happy. In the New World we're creating, We will ridicule the cult of doom and gloom. We will embrace the cause of zoom and boom. We will laugh at the stupidity of evil and hate; we'll summon the brilliance to praise and create. No matter how upside-down it all may appear, we will have no fear because we know this big secret: Pronoia is real. All of creation is conspiring to shower us with blessings. Life is crazily in love with us--brazenly and innocently in love with us. The universe always gives us exactly what we need, exactly when we need it. Earth is crammed with heaven. The winds and the tides are on our side, forever and ever, amen. The fire and the rain are scheming to steal our impossible pain. The sun and the moon and the stars remember our real names, and our ancestors pray for us while we're dreaming. We have guardian angels and thousands of teachers provocateurs with designs to unleash us helpers and saviors we can't even imagine brothers and sisters who want us to blossom Thanks to them, from whom the blissful blessings flow, we are waking up. The roads they pave us the places they save us the tomatoes they grow us the rivers they flow us Their mysterious stories and morning glories Their loaves and fishes granting our wishes The songs they sing us The gifts they bring us the secrets they show us above and below us Thanks to them, from whom the blissful blessings flow, we are waking up. We are free We are free We are free + Credits: Composer and producer: Rob Brezsny Lead vocals: Rob Brezsny Additional Vocals: Jessica Rice Guitars: Josh Brill Production assistance: Josh Brill |
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