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Run Into Reality

"Run Into Reality", lyrics by Nathan Jacobson, sounds generated by Suno. Hat tip to the late, great Dallas Willard.

With the emergence of generative software like Suno to add music to texts and lyrics, I’ve become taken with songwriting. Ideas for stories and essays that have never seen the light of day have finally found expression. Since I tend to obsess over every word, the more limited word count makes songs more attainable. Without the need for links and formatting, editing on the bus and train is easier while commuting. Even more, it’s just fun to listen to all the iterations Suno’s algorithms spit out on the way to the final version. So, thanks to a couple millennia of music makers that provide the training data. And thanks to the developers who formulated the math to derive new songs from that deep sonic well. This song, “Run Into Reality”, is inspired by Dallas Willards potent observation that “reality is what you run into when you’re wrong”.

[Intro]
Big O: “Helloooo!”
Crowd pleaser
Look on your chair
The Secret is there
It’s inside, forsooth
Speak “your truth”
Self-serve, self helper
Book Club whisperer

[Verse 1]
My truth, your truth, three blind men touch an elephant
A wall, a spear, a rope … nope — all wrong in the light
Disjunctive fact Saxe: all is one or the one and only begotten 
Every sight you see, O, lived experience, a gift, a given
Born into a reality you didn’t create, make no mistake
Every breath you take is pure O2 you did not make

[Chorus]
Bawl, reality is the wall you run into
Immovable object, a stoppable force
You can rearrange, make it strange
But reality asserts itself when you’re wrong
States of affairs, they will humble the strong
Reality is what you run into when you’re wrong

[Bridge]
It’s a leaf, a branch — Wrong
Snake bites — Reality strikes

[Chorus]
Reality is the fangs that sink into you
It’s the toxic venom you succumb to
Echo of an ancient lie, be as gods
Reality coils when you are wrong
Reality rattles, has a warning song

[Interlude]

[Bridge]
Mindcraft, à la mode
Create: crafting table
Build your clay brick stable
Survive: zombies, creepers
Blast, bedtime’s past 
Lights out, it’s all gone
It’s the Ender, man

[Verse 2]
Kant see, Kant taste, Kant touch in itself
Construct your realm, no other game in town
After the Fall, we’re only Humean after all
Doubting, you reason yourself out of reason
Say it’s mental, we shape time and space
But here we all are: same time, same place

[Chorus]
Phenomenal, virtual, reality is the wall
Reid the instructions, common sense betold
Lo and behold: honey is sweet, snow is cold
Feel this real ready sensuous lifeworld unfold

[Interlude]

[Bridge]
LSD, vividly, you see
Dissolution, feel as one
Shaman tour guide
The blind lead blind
Ayahuasca purge
Sweat, shake, ache
Emerge, “psych!”, it’s fake

[Verse 3]
You can drug, daydream, redraw, surreality
Play Dreamland Dalí, paint real irrationality
Mama, Dadaism, neurotic Freudian artistry
It’s a duct taped banana, a toilet, “not a pipe”
Ask, but is it art? Big yawn, put down the bong
Transgress, trespass, reality’s where you belong

[Chorus]
Groggily, reality is the bed post you run into
Stub your toe, take a hit, a wake up call for you
Symbolism is nihilism without a truthful relation
Paint distorted pocket watches, melt and mock it
But reality persists when memory fades, clock it

[Interlude]

[Bridge]
Casting call
XY, big and tall
Wachowski
Paint the sky
Why THIS bathroom stall?
Play god, mod, install
What gall!

[Verse 4]
In editing, you can recut, red pill, retcon
Recast every religion and philosophy in neon 
Render Nietzschean rage on the green screen
Fight the normie machine in a leather sheen
Save the sons of man from the shadow cave
To re-enslave them in a subterranean rave 

[Chorus]
Reality’s what you run into jumping off the roof
Reality stops every shot every time, bullet proof
Plot twist, Switch, you’re peddling the blue pill
You know where that road ends: future sterility
Brothers, there's time still, come back to reality
 
[Interlude]

[Bridge]
Postmaster
On a power trip
Storyteller
Only one genre
Autobiographical
Fiction

[Verse 5]
Deconstructing, you can be queer and smear
Professor bends your ear, truth’s so yesteryear
History is just the victor’s tales, hagiographies 
Read this book of rebel saints, anti-heroic stories
Power corrupts absolute truth; is that really true?
If what you say is a power play, why listen to you?

[Chorus]
Reality is the wall that you never constructed
Does not discriminate between man, woman, rich, poor
It does distinguish between true, false, right, and wrong
Logically, the throng can’t all be right, but we can all be wrong
Reality reasserts itself when you’re wrong

[Interlude]

[Verse 6]
You can surge, merge, feel the lead foot urge
Ten thousand drivers on the road all converge
Calculating vectors and velocity, shared scene
Rolling along, distracted driver on his screen
In his own world, scrolling, tailing, screeching
Crash, air bag smacks you back to Reality

[Chorus]
Reality, it is the median wall that you run into
Your reverie — the jaws of life cut right through
You rounded the sharp corners of truth, oblong
But real steel won’t bend when you’re wrong
Engine overhaul, back on the road to reality

[Interlude]

[Bridge]
Road to Damascus
A law enforcer 
Persecutor, executor
Blinded by truth
Undeniable proof
Brought to his knees
Saul now Paul
Got the call

[Verse 7]
Certainly you can censor, suppress, even crucify
Believing you’re right, you fight the light and defy
But when you face reality, meet the great I AM, fall
Repent before you hit the wall, the ground of it all

[Chorus]
Be ready to turn around before you hit the wall
Can’t escape reality or explain it away, forestall
But reality forgives when you admit you’re wrong
And reality smiles when you right your wrong

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