We are so out of touch
yeah
These song lyrics would make a good sociology term paper. It is a statement of our society. Just take a look at our block - everyone pulls into their garage, shuts the door, and closes in. Compared to some "village" societies - that really are about a community, our society is one of isolation and separatism, and unless you are part of a clique or exclusive religious group, you are left out and on your own. Even when people do come together it often appears to be on a superficial and shallow basis, as pointed out in the song, and people generally don't seem to really want to or know how to express their real selves - it is all appearances, how you are supposed to be, look, act, talk, and think. It just seems like a big game where everyone is pretending and no one is coming out and just saying this is who I am, take me as I am.
But beyond how it speaks to our society, I find it always seems to remind me of the family I was born into. Because like it or not - for whatever reason one can think of or suggest, our family really seems to be out of touch with each other and we are all essentially strangers. It is something I have essentially resigned myself to, although at times I have tried to make it be other than that. But it is what it is and I have stopped trying. Sometimes I just wish that our family really was a family and that our society was really more of a village than a bunch of stranded islands.
Out Of Touch Lyrics
Artist: Lucinda Williams
Album: Essence
Once in awhile we might pass on the street
We nod and we smile and we shuffle our feet
Making small talk standing face to face
Hands in our pockets 'cause we feel so out of place
Our paths may cross again in some crowded bar
We feel a little lost 'cause we've drifted away so far
Hoping to find the right words to say
We joke a little and then go on our way
We are so out of touch, yeah
We are so out of touch, yeah
La, la, la . . .
We speak in the past tense to talk about the weather
Half broken sentences we try to piece together
I ask about an old friend that we both used to know
You said you heard he took his life about five years ago
We may pass each other on the interstate
We honk and corss over the other lane
Everybody's going somewhere, everybody's inside
hundreds of cars, hundreds of private lives
We are so out of touch, yeah
We are so out of touch, yeah
La, la, la . . .
These song lyrics would make a good sociology term paper. It is a statement of our society. Just take a look at our block - everyone pulls into their garage, shuts the door, and closes in. Compared to some "village" societies - that really are about a community, our society is one of isolation and separatism, and unless you are part of a clique or exclusive religious group, you are left out and on your own. Even when people do come together it often appears to be on a superficial and shallow basis, as pointed out in the song, and people generally don't seem to really want to or know how to express their real selves - it is all appearances, how you are supposed to be, look, act, talk, and think. It just seems like a big game where everyone is pretending and no one is coming out and just saying this is who I am, take me as I am.
But beyond how it speaks to our society, I find it always seems to remind me of the family I was born into. Because like it or not - for whatever reason one can think of or suggest, our family really seems to be out of touch with each other and we are all essentially strangers. It is something I have essentially resigned myself to, although at times I have tried to make it be other than that. But it is what it is and I have stopped trying. Sometimes I just wish that our family really was a family and that our society was really more of a village than a bunch of stranded islands.
Out Of Touch Lyrics
Artist: Lucinda Williams
Album: Essence
Once in awhile we might pass on the street
We nod and we smile and we shuffle our feet
Making small talk standing face to face
Hands in our pockets 'cause we feel so out of place
Our paths may cross again in some crowded bar
We feel a little lost 'cause we've drifted away so far
Hoping to find the right words to say
We joke a little and then go on our way
We are so out of touch, yeah
We are so out of touch, yeah
La, la, la . . .
We speak in the past tense to talk about the weather
Half broken sentences we try to piece together
I ask about an old friend that we both used to know
You said you heard he took his life about five years ago
We may pass each other on the interstate
We honk and corss over the other lane
Everybody's going somewhere, everybody's inside
hundreds of cars, hundreds of private lives
We are so out of touch, yeah
We are so out of touch, yeah
La, la, la . . .
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