rhapsode - l'absurde Lyrics

Pierre Menard rewriting Illmatic bar for bar
Just a pale blue dot round a distant star
Thought they could find what truths there are
Most mendacious minute of history by far
Star cooled and congealed and the clever beasts had to die
Their best-laid plans often went awry
Every conceivable utterance a lie
He said he found truth, I ask whereby?
τί ἐστιν ἀλήθεια
I took it, hid it under Mauna Kea
Guarded by the Kouretes and Dactyls of Rhea
Human intellect surpassed by Cetacea
Movable host of metaphors and metonymies,
Assimilated to a human physiognomy
A pessimistic view on our epistemology
Arrogant hypocrisy
I am not Funes, the Memorious
Our senses vague impressions from Morpheus
Eleusinian mysteries or those of Orpheus
These earthlings find their illusions so glorious
Carve up the world arbitrarily
Investigate it warily
We are on this earth only momentarily
And see without clarity
Through a glass darkly
Vain conceits in the mind of Bishop Berkeley
Mind and matter stand in contrast starkly
Enter Ariel, like a harpy
Mounting the welkin's cheek
Ride across an azure streak
Conjure illusions to discuss in doublespeak
Prognosis is rather bleak
Firmly in the age of postmodernity
Metanarrative rejected with some certainty
Diagnose society's infirmity
In this crack of light between dark eternities

Lovechild of Borges and Kafka
Drink a little water but not a lot of vodka
Feel a sense of purpose but do without the dogma
Outrage at the popularity of foie gras
Faux pas to say it among the epicure
And usually demeanor's quite demure
But my hedonism's aggregate
Live ascetic life but far from life-denying flagellant
Amor fati, I don't go through life somnambulant
Rubber duckie in a freakish jet ski accident
Found an unknown magic Dostoevsky amulet
Gave me epileptic vision seeing Perun in the thundercloud
Scrawling nihilistic notes from the underground
Warning me the ship of state has run aground
Spoke of a coming schism
Captive held chained within the most oppressive prison
Pure white light throw the rainbow through the prism
Then Silenus granted me his wisdom
Best to never be born, second best to die forthwith
I might examine politics instead of some Norse myth
Might sacrifice vocab and truly try for pith
Might find someone to build a healthy rapport with
To break down all these walls we can begin with just two
Discourse with the stranger and actualize Camus
Universe absurd but we know what we must do

Imagine happy Sisyphus hauling stone in glee
Wu Gang gladly chopping down his tree
Antigone antagonizing agonizing allergens
Joan of Arc sporting tantalizing habergeon
Jester hiding under gabardine
Skin cracked, savage son of Sycorax
Tide-wrack, Dagon playing alto sax
Ascend the ziggurat and conjugate with Ishtar
Enkidu that can't find where the lips are
Humbaba like, "you who son of fish are"
In this crack of light between dark eternities
We embrace our mythic absurdity
In this crack of light between dark eternities...