Confusing Times from Confusing Times by Tyler Shipley

tonight in my dream I fought Mark Kozelek
cos he was my favourite musician but he ruined it
by abusing a bunch of women and being a creep
so I bunched my hands into fists and I punched him in the teeth
the dream then cut to the end of the fight
which I don't think I won but I was alright
but I'm not sure the fight made me feel any better
so I put on some rollerblades and found the host and apologized
for spoiling dinner

and as I rollerbladed through the warm, nighttime streets
the dream shifted and I was in a restaurant having something to eat
with a band of travelers fleeing something
I don't remember the details but I remember we disagreed
and I was outvoted
and we were making a mistake
and there was nothing I could do
and I was heavy with a sense of doom

and now we were in a barracks and I was sitting alone
and a woman sat next to me with some kind of liquor I didn't know
it was cold and sweet and it helped me forget
the disaster to which I was sure our party was headed
so I enjoyed myself that night
if this was the end, I would go out right
but the dream then skipped several years
and I was married to the woman and we were exiled far from here

when I awoke from the dream I felt like I had a mission
I didn't know what it was, I only knew my emotional condition
was of some kind of commitment in the face of defeat
like giving up and fighting on, simultaneously
so I don't know
where the dream is telling me to go
or if it's just a sign
that I'm living in confusing times

• Folk
• avantgarde
• experimental folk
• indie
• sadcore
• singer-songwriter
• Toronto