Brendan Calling

Kenn Kweder, Prophet

Freedom From Sense

None of it makes any sense, that’s why so many walk away
I’m lookin’ for a freedom from sense, to get me through another day

A freedom from big brother,
Who somehow just slipped in
His flesh and blood is made of progress
But whose heart is made of tin

The freedom from all the little boxes,
That people sometimes try to put you in
A freedom from all the authored doctors
I don’t believe in original sin
I’m lookin’ for a little disaffection
Because I want to be on my own

I’m lookin’ for a little disconnection
From this world of the telephone
I’m seekin’ the traces of true insanity
To help me with my defense
With an added dose of madness
To get me through the present tense

And I’m lookin’ for freedom from reason, and mathematics, too
From science and its theories, from an undisputed truth

(bridge/harmonica solo)

They’re burnin’ holes in the Constitution
And nobody seems to give a damn
They’re givin’ up all their freedoms
And turnin’ ’em over to Uncle Sam

So, none of it makes any sense, that’s why so many walk away
I’m lookin’ for a freedom from sense, to get me through another day

(repeat chorus once more in a half-spoken/half-sung style)

Words and music by Kenn Kweder © 1995 Pandemonium Music (BMI)

No youtube unfortunately, but email Kenn and maybe he’ll post some audio.

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