Plato's Cave Lyrics

Jean Baudrillard has got me down

He's turned my world all around

Simulating everything with each Simulacra that he brings

But I know what to do, I come running back to you

Heidegger's Being and time, no subject, object, it's sublime

Access to a sense of being what the hell's that even meaning

When I get confused I come running back to you

T.S. Eliot's in his wasteland

Western culture sits on sinking sand

Allen Ginsberg's throwing in the towel

He turns to Lawrence and begins to howl

When I'm feeling blue I come running back to you

Jackson Pollock slings loaded brushes of his paint into Andy Warhol's eyes

Andy wipes his face puts on a wig and makeup and goes in disguise

Willem de Kooning paints white canvases with a colorful slashing attack

Ad Reinhardt takes de Kooning's canvases and he paints them black

Oh, oh, oh, oh, I don't know, oh, oh, oh, oh, which way to go

I'm trying to exit Plato's cave

Chained to shadows, Socrate's slave

Outside the cave the sunshine's blinding, It seems the light is just as binding

When the world's all askew, I come running back to you

When I need to be renewed, I come running back to you