9. Alive is a Lie — Lyrics
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Lyrics
[Intro]
You can’t spell alive
Without a lie
Guess I got a couple
Tucked behind my eyes
Coffee black no sugar please
my soul down on its knees
My head’s a mess
A beautiful mess
(pause)
…Alive is a lie
[Verse]
Is it alive or lying?
I keep asking the ceiling
But it’s not replying.
Is it alive or lying?
stutter on the trying
Trip over the old thing
tell me — “that’s just how it is”
…But all I feel is paper thin
The eyes stare back, weird
Am I really here?
[Pre-Chorus]
Face pressed against reality
I could focus on what’s happening
So I laugh that I’m still here
ha ha ha ha
[Chorus]
Maybe the breakdown
Counts the same as any climb
’Cause alive is a lie
And I’m doing just fine
Alive is a lie
[Bridge]
If it all falls down
I’ll build it different this time
I don’t have to be perfect
To say I’m alright
I’m doing just fine
[Pre-Chorus]
Face pressed against reality
I could focus on what’s happening
So I laugh that I’m still here
ha ha ha ha
[Chorus]
Maybe the breakdown
Counts the same as any climb
’Cause alive is a lie
And I’m doing just fine
Alive is a lie
[Outro]
Maybe it’s all a big joke
A cosmic poke
Guess it’s funny that I’m still here
ha ha, ha ha
But I’m doing
I’m doing
I’m doing just fine
About This Song
Alive Is a Lie smiles crooked on purpose.
This song lives in the middle — the place where contrast stops feeling like a problem and starts feeling like information.
Where mess becomes data. Where laughter becomes movement.
The phrase “my head’s a mess — a beautiful mess” isn’t self-deprecation. It’s recognition.
I’m learning to love my mess.
Not fix it.
Not rush it.
Not polish it into something impressive.
Just notice it with warmth.
That learning comes straight out of Abraham’s work — the idea that emotion functions like guidance, that contrast draws the map, that resistance isn’t failure but location.
My anger. My confusion. My heaviness.
Those are coordinates.
And when I stop fighting the map, I can actually move.
Loving the contrast
This song came from noticing something simple:
When I soften toward what’s happening, things start organizing themselves.
Lightening up helps.
Laughing helps.
Letting the body exhale helps.
Petting a cat helps.
Focusing on what’s already working creates more space for more of it to work.
If you get what you think about, like Abraham says, then I want to shift my focus and think about things I like, rather than whats not working.
That’s the quiet magic underneath this song.
Half human, half star
There’s a line from The Book of the Law that keeps echoing in me:
“ 29. For I am divided for love’s sake, for the chance of union.”
I feel that division as contrast — the human and the star living in the same body.
Not as punishment.
As purpose.
The mess.
The clarity.
The doubt.
The knowing.
This song delights in that split.
It lets contrast be the reason, not the problem.
The meeting point is where the joy lives.Why it sits here in the album
After I’m Glass turns the gaze inward, Alive Is a Lie lets the shoulders drop.
It brings play back online.
It invites humor into seriousness.
It lets me rest in the middle instead of racing toward resolution.
What I’m learning
I’m learning to love my emotions as guidance.
I’m learning to trust contrast as information.
I’m learning that delight is directional.
I don’t have to live all the way up or all the way down.
I live halfway — and that’s where things start to move.
This song taught me that.
If you’ve read this far, thank you for looking.
May delight keep steering you gently.
May what feels good teach you where to look next.
May the map keep drawing itself
as you move.
May you notice what’s working
and let it multiply.
May the joke keep landing
exactly when you need it.
A little crow’s on the wire,
keeping watch over you. 🐦⬛
A little crow’s on the wire, keeping watch over you. 🐦⬛
