Insanity

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Celloman

Celloman is the artist name of cellist Ivan Hussey. The music combines world music, jazz, and classical with African and Middle Eastern rhythms. more »

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The jaw dropping, eyes staring
As the hand of fate touches down, snout raised
Bones exposed by the glare, the gaze
Through dusk and through skin to the heart
The hot air balloon in the hurricane
The vanity of sanity
I’m gonna begin

I’m sane and deranged and content in my grin
The grain that has fed me did show the way in
Signpost exits the other side of spring
How sane is your name?

Of sunlight through clouds that has bathed us
And science, and culture vultures
Sunshine everyday makes a desert
Where limits, just limit your style
Make a wish, but don’t think you’re mad 
When your wish, it comes true
Coz madness is gladness on the other side of blue

And buildings shootin’ up everywhere
Don’t stare too long at the mice on the stair
Their tails too long, this clarity headstrong
Tornadoes, children of adulthood
Balloons due to pop and quiet ‘till then
Learn Insanity again
Are you afraid?
Ashamed? 
Maintaining, main framing 
To the game

Concrete heartstrings, Brahms
Pizzicato deranged
Do you believe what you see?
Do you believe what you feel?
The rhythm of deceased staccato 
Waves of sanity learn insanity again
Excuse me while I hear this peace
The vanity of sanity
The other side of blue

The vanity of sanity
The sanity’s complete
My clarity’s so neat and tall as trees

And as wing beats and crazed violinists 
Becoming re-acquainted with their favourite piece

Can I trade places in the stables?
Like the gables of the past
With the gate left open to the pastures
So I can go, so I can graze, my knees bent
Excuse me while I detach my arms and use my head
Put my head in gear
Coz madness is gladness on the other side of blue


Concrete heartstrings, Brahms
Pizzicato deranged
Do you believe what you see?
Do you believe what you feel?
The rhythm of deceased staccato 
Waves of sanity learn insanity again
Excuse me while I hear this peace
The vanity of sanity
The other side of blue

I mean, I wouldn’t go as far as to say I’m sane
But can you keep pace with the truth?
Can you keep pace with the hot air balloon in the hurricane?
The bear in the woods
The falling trees and toadstools and wing beats that keep birds on the wing
With the gladness, It’s just the other side of blue
Who knows if you get this?

Did you hear that? 
The truth is the looking glass of the third eye
Magnifying whatever you want
Spiders eat birds
Hands stroke the songs that soothe and give
The graffiti art and fake fur
The only thing sane, iconic, ironic claims new and improved
The truth is your choice
Sanity is your voice
Take your chance 
Place your bets
Shout it from under the duvet
The warmth-like sun, strokes
I’m sane 
I’m just not normal
I’m just confused by confusion
Society’s farmers in the concrete tornado
Digging for blooms of the truth
Painted with eyes chasing brickwork
My brickwork
To the rooftops
My rooftops
Hunting of sierras 
From Kings and Queens to grace
And juxtaposed place to place
Generic and genetic and homogenous
And this pace, it makes me wonder
What? What’s in the shadows? What’s in the shadows today?
Friend or foe do they know?
What comfort comes from lacework?
This sordid gallery contorts faces
Angels with staccato’s grace
Excuse me for a while I aim to find
My arms detach from inside the clouded shrouds of vanity 
This sanity
The vanity of labelling my clarity is insanity to me

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