Dragonfly Lives
we go in baby
and go out on the tide
we go in baby
and go out on the tide
floating on the breeze
of our dragonfly lives
you treat it like you own it
but it's really just a ride
you treat it like you own it
but it's really just a ride
flickering on the surface
of our dragonfly lives
i'm a prism and i'm slicing up the light
the golden sun is fierce and bright
you put your faith in fractions
and the elegance of math
you put your faith in fractions
and the elegance of math
but dragonflies can't count
because they're moving way too fast
i'm a prism and i'm slicing up the light
the swollen moon is mine tonight
i'm a prism and i'm slicing up the light
the sequined sky is mine tonight
At the time of writing (2022), I have no memory of this song's origin story. It seems like the kind of thing that was sparked by a book I was reading. I suspect that "dragonfly lives" was a phrase that turned up in the novel I was reading at the time, and I ran with it.
These themes runs through my work a lot: There are no new ideas and I don't have anything especially original to say ("love is nice, death is scary, trees are pleasant" etc.). But now that I'm a little more experienced, I do believe that so much of songwriting, or any kind of art for that matter, is just... artful reconstituting. And nobody has new ideas. We're all drawing from the same pot of ancient human experiences and emotions. The fact that our story isn't revolutionary doesn't mean that it's rude to tell it to people. It's fine! Make art! Even if you are not the Beatles or Van Gogh! We forgive you.
Apparently this song was supposed to be in a relatively low-budget slasher flick called "Lady Psycho Killer", if memory serves. If anyone watches it, let us know if it's actually in there!