For some reason, I was reminded by the melody of this song. Quite possibly because I saw some tweets with regards to the upcoming Incubus concert here in Manila. I don't remember the words exactly, but somehow I just feel that I needed to listen to this song today. I initially thought it was an Incubus song,trying to go through my iPod for this. Since it's an unusual song, I was even thinking it may have come from the Monuments and Moments album.
The boulevard is bustlin’A vast and wrinkled muslin
is pulled over my eyes and
I know I don’t belong
There is a noise inside of me
That bustles asymmetrically
Oh how have I to balance
Those sounds into a song?
It’s time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission
It takes courage and control
But you start by letting go, oh
The city’s an analogy
for things building inside of me
There’s chaos in this discord,
but still we move along
The chaos sings of symmetry
and all her words are poetry
That’s the kind of city
which I want to belong
It’s time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission
It takes courage and control
But you start by letting go, oh
Oh, I think, I feel, I see
Oh, that this place is not me
I want to belong
but be wild and free
Oh, he who asks
receives
It’s time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission
It takes courage and control
But you start by letting go, oh
It’s time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission
Oh, it takes courage and control!
But you start by letting go, oh
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