Who do you trust
a mountain or a museum?
Who do you trust?
Which one do you trust?
Museums are made by people, for a start
And people are the ones who fill it up with art
That people have made to try to touch your heart
Or to touch your mind, your eye or touch some other part
No, culture’s just a weapon to tell us how to feel
It’s about control and not some big, lofty ideal
Of course that is the very thing the artist-types conceal
And instead they rely on artistic snob appeal
Who do you trust
a mountain or a museum?
Who do you trust?
Which one do you trust?
Now a mountain’s never going to try to tell you what to do
A mountain will not preach about the value of virtue
But if you look and listen closely, then I’m sure that you
Will find that you can trust a mountain, a mountain’s always true
It’s a true a mountain’s true, a mountain’s never lied
But a mountain doesn’t care if we live or died
Though not every artwork may serve as a guide
Art connects us to the mountain that we have inside
So who do you trust
a mountain or a museum?
Who do you trust?
Which one do you trust?
Kind of a companion piece to "Mt. Holyoke." I imagine it with a Mike Nesmith finger-pickin' background
1 comment:
nice thing about mountains: they're always falling down at the same time they're rising up
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