So What? - Little Wings

So what, so what

So this, that, the other

So what was once so

Is now another

Before the land came

After an ice-age

Favorite songs grew from smokey young rock caves

So what, so what

So now so what’s found you

So what you say, but so what’s around you

It’s not that much so what you might say

But soon as you do, «so what’s» in your way

And so what a chapter, and so what a sentence

So what of time, so what of distance?

Campershell calling, young leaves are falling

So what do coastlines wait on us stalling?

So what, so what, so what we are saying

So what of leaving, so what of staying?

Evening is dawning, morning is daying

So what is back so what is replaying?

Teeth are all growing in skulls of the afternoon

The skeletons in movie-rental shops know what they’re going to do

The ligament was torn in football practice back in high school

The scar upon the shoulder is so shiny in the swimmingpool

This one, that one, yeah, so what’s the difference?

So what of temperatures and sick-notes and permission slips?

So what does it all look like from out there where it’s always night?

So what of the outer-space perfected from a satellite?

So what of the freeway, the blinker in the traffic jam?

The other girl says «so what» when her best friend comes home with a tan

So what is the sound inside the mouth that has been mouthing it?

I record a song and someone says «so what, it sounds like shit.»

So what is the distance in the feeling in the young deer legs that wake us in

the wooded field

So we rise and cook some eggs

The surface of her skin is being brushed by brush and weeds alike

The whole sky rests against you, it flies past you when you ride a bike, so what

So what

So what

So what

So what is the name, what is the sound for what is going on?

What is so what’s game, why does so what so what now far and yon?

I must be to blame but I am just a pen that’s rolling on

So what I am now is where the point hits paper then I’m gone

So what was the song that I wrote 3rd of June, 2003

So what in the morning like a playful kitten came to me

Bright young eyes and pauses that

Were different and the same to me

Multi-level clauses, sentence drapes and tones, untame to be

So what’s war horses, let’s bring their bits and brand new bridles

Gallop through our meadows that we’ll write in notebook titles

It is all for our singing, it is not for our survival

Write and write and write and you will write your own new bible

So what, so what is still going like a vapor

Lik the «look at what the light do» theme and other crimey capers

It will come again (so what)

In another pen (so what)

What they’re living in, these singings

30,000 gods all winging

And the packages of temples that they sell at drugstores glow

I could get into a new one, a fine point with good flow

I could let go of the leashes, and let my dogs all go

And the leaves with all their creases looking down at us below

So what is this perspective?

It’s a pinprick on forever

It’s a sentence that is fading

Such as tide or wind or weather

It was never pulled apart and it was never put together

It was only as it was

It wasn’t dumb, it wasn’t clever

So what to make when everything will fall apart and vanish?

So what to take stock in?

What ever feels like an advantage

So what to lose or give?

So what to make of Adam’s Rib?

So what to see?

Life lasts forever in the ways it did

And in the meantime so what is graces put upon you

In the tiny breathes of micy family joys on you

Crumbs from heaven’s table to the kitchen floor are fallling

40 billion telephones from different walls all calling

Trail of ants in warpaths march and then into the city

So what has been done, what is ugly, what is pretty?

So what is the bruised fruit in the dark and smelly basement?

So what is the moment that it calls for some replacement?

So what

So what

So what

So what

(so whaaaaaaaaa)

(so whaaaaaaaaa)