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Tranquility Bank

Baba Brinkman
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When I'm in the thick Of it where I live It's a madhouse, yeah But I love my city I've been to the ridge Where you feel the wind Whippin' โ€“ the wild places I've been stay with me I ain't livin in a wild place, most of us ain't Seven billion and up and gettin closer to eight And almost everybody livin' in a urban sprawl Word to all y'all who be goin' vertical If we build up, even though the earth is small Wilderness is comin' back like a curtain call So don't listen to back-to-landers, Thinkin they're savin' the planet by takin' us ass-backwards To the days when everyone was a farmer And famine was common and thought of as bad karma The wild side needs to renew and be pretty You want to be green? Cool, move to the city I used to be gritty, yeah I slept in a tent A couple months a year for ten years โ€” represent Time spent outside, feelin' the breeze With a spade in my hand I planted a million trees I heard the coyotes whoop in the darkness Mikey was hikin' and found a moose carcass But sometimes it's the city that's rank So I keep the wild in my tranquility bank Sometimes When I'm overwhelmed by the machine I close my eyes And see the wild places I've been I'm tryin to find some peace of mind Street lights gleam through Venetian blinds Check the time, 3:05, another sleepless night I just wanna climb a tree sometimes I swam with the sea otter, and with the dolphin Made it to land and collapsed in exhaustion I been twenty feet from a wild elephant walkin' But 'round here, nothin' but the traffic is awesome Ain't nothin' bigger than a SUV Nothin' meaner than a driver sayin' "eff you" to me Cause I cut him off in his lane Lookin' like a warthog, face full of road rage I seen a mountain lion outside of a cage In the wild lookin' at me like I'm nothin' but prey My man Ricky speared one the other day For attackin' his mate, I'm tryin' to manage a page On Facebook at a cyber cafe Forget the street cred, I'm Canadian, eh I got bush cred, it's been fillin' my tank I keep it in my tranquility bank Sometimes When I'm overwhelmed by the machine I close my eyes And see the wild places I've been People come, and people go In the wilderness you see them out the window of a vehicle Strip malls, gas stations with attendants Cinemas, car dealerships, it's scandalous I'm sick of this existence, the list is endless I'ma run into the woods and pull a Chris McCandless With a rifle and a backpack And no wits and no map, so I can't backtrack I want to dwell where the grizzlies dwell Like Timothy Treadwell โ€“ he's dead as well Hmm, well, then I guess I want the cheap seats Livin' in the city with the rest of my species With regular trips to mountain vistas Where the wilderness uplifts us Just passin' through like a couple of drifters We'll be back, even if the wild never missed us We can't live in it, not all of us And if you try to tell me that we can I'ma call your bluff Just keep it real for me, thanks It's how I refill my tranquility bank Sometimes When I'm overwhelmed by the machine I close my eyes And see the wild places I've been So close your eyes and dream Man I love the wilderness But I don't have to see it everyday I go see it, and then I go home to the city And it stays with me It's better for the wilderness that way You can see it when you close your eyes And dream Close your eyes and dream