I Found Utopia
I Found Utopia
I found Utopia, near the top of Scotland
On the north east coast of the land
I found community in the middle of nowhere
After moving from a flat to a caravan
City life was pulling me under
I had been drowning in the masses for years
No matter where I looked, I just couldn't find peace
I used up all my energy distracting myself from the fear
That I was doomed to feel alone
In crowded rooms with my best friends
So I coped by staying stoned
Which only made me feel more anxious in the end
Any time I went out, there was so much input
When I stopped moving I didn't know where to look
The safest I would feel was in a movie or a book
But even then I'd have the creeping sense that I was missing out
But I found Utopia, spread out through all the beauty
It's the simplest of places, where free actually means free
From the muddled expectations of the crowded intersections
And for the first time ever I don't feel like I'm crazy
I tried for so long to lose myself to romantic love
As I'm sure you'll know passionate sex is a powerful drug
But exploring intimacy lost its magic soon enough
And before we knew it we'd become highly skilled media buffs
It makes sense that time spent helps us feel so comfortable with another
It can feel nice to share the me-time with a significant other
But we grow into the same middle person instead of two opposite lovers
And our interests begin to shrink down to what we agree on
We get what we ask for; we lose ourselves
But repetition's how things get old
I need to understand and learn about myself first
Because lead gets dirty and I only want to share gold
Then I came across Utopia and I did it alone
I left my life behind in a place I thought would always be home
I didn't yet understand that my home is where my heart is
And as long as I keep it on me then my home is truly my own
Money. Fuck. That awful word.
It's a stupid fucking concept, causing nothing but hurt
It's nothing more than false energy, a placeholder for time
But there's no refunds on that shit.
In the city, it is god, it's the source of everyone's pain
There's very little that seems to happen without that capital stain
There's no room to grow food, so we all go to Tesco
Constantly trying to save money, deeper infecting our brains
Before I left town, I had gotten relatively comfortable,
Getting paid minimum wage for doing virtually nothing for 40+ hours a week.
All my money went on pizza, and drugs to distract me from the disconnected life I was living.
And I was one of the lucky ones,
Because I didn't have to sacrifice my mind for my wallet
(although I was always skint);
I just chose to exist within a system that went against everything that I believed in.
Even though I didn't have a clue what that was.
I took loads of acid in the months before I left
And saw the futility of trying to find peace around so many other lost souls
There's too many answers to be found in the midst of so much interaction
Everyone's rubbing up against each other, trying to fill the black holes
So I tuned in, dropped out, now I'm WWOOFing on a farm
and I spent last weekend dancing to folk bands in a barn
At an anarcho folk festival, a gathering of beautiful weirdos
And they've been living like this up and out here for years!
The only rule we follow here is Love.
Decisions aren't made from up above
Everybody's equal and respects all other people
We know we have each other and that's enough
I found Utopia soon after escaping to find me
Although I still have a long way to go, definitely
But now I know I'm not alone on this quest for something better;
I found my one true love, and it's called Anarchy.