My wife and I were recently having a discussion on perspective. Why does it seem like we are always striving for something just out of reach? Why are we looking to do the next thing, travel to the next place, buy the next gadget? What is it about the human condition that feeds the rat race mentality? Is it the marketing society we live in? ” If you have this new dish detergent, your life will be complete and clean” Is it the MTV effect? We see all the movie stars and the rock stars and want our own minute of fame. This discussion reminded me of the bonus track on the new Kanye West cd entitled “Pinocchio’s story” which he performed in Singapore. I love the transparency of this track, as Kanye talks about being on the other side. He should have everything. Money, cars, talent, women….and yet he wants what he can’t have. He wants to live the normal life again. This goes to show, we are all trying to fill this void. The rich, the poor, the suburban housewife and the british rockstar. The truth is that the only thing that can fill this void is God. Our human nature is searching for our own Gepetto, our creator. We yearn to be reunited. Check out the lyrics, they are pretty powerful.
Wise man say, wise man say
Wise man say
You’ll never figure out real love
Never figure out real love
You’ll never figure out real love
It’s so crazy, crazy crazy
I got everything figured out
But for some reason I can never find what real love is about
No doubt
Everything in the world figured out
But I can never seem to find what real love was about
Do you think I sacrifice, real life
For all the fame, and flashing lights
Do you think I sacrifice, a real life
For all the fame, and flashing lights
There is no Gucci I can buy
There is no Louis Vuitton to put on
There is no {?} that they could sell
To get my heart, out of this hell
And my mind, out of this jail
There is no clothes that I could buy
That could turn, back in time
There is no vacation spot I could fly
That could bring back, a piece of real life
Real life, what does it feel like?
I ask you tonight, I ask you tonight
What does it feel like, I ask you tonight
To live a real life
I just wanna be a real boy
They always say “Kanye, he keeps it real boy”
Pinocchio’s story is, I just wanna be a real boy
Pinocchio’s story goes, to be a real boy
It’s funny
Pinocchio, lied, and that’s what kept him from it
I tell the truth, and I keep runnin (runnin)
It’s like I’m lookin for something out there, tryin to find something
I turn on the TV, and see me, and see nothin (nothin)
What does it feel like, to live real life, to be real
Not some put side on TV that no one can really feel
Do you really have the stamina?
For everybody that sees you that say, “Where’s my camera?”
For everybody that sees you, to say sign a autograph
For everybody that sees you cry, and say you oughta laugh
You oughta laugh!
I just wanna be a real boy
Pinocchio’s story goes, I just wanna be a real boy
Pinocchio’s story goes
And there is no Gepetto, to guide me
No one, right beside me
The only one, was behind me
I can’t find her no more, I can’t follow no more
I can’t…
The only one that come out on the tour and stays
Back when I was livin at home and this was all a big dream
And the fame will be get got
And the day I moved to L.A., maybe that was all my fault
All my fault to be a real boy, chasin the American dream
Chasin everything we seen, up on the TV screen
And when uh, the Benz was left, and the clothes was left
And the hoes was left, you talk the hoes to death
Peepin the money to death, you spend the dough to death
And tell me what be left, for a real boy!
They say “Kanye, you keep it too real boy”
Perspective, and wise man say
One day, you’ll find your way
The wise man say, you’ll find your way
The wise man say, you’ll find your way
Wise man say
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