Blake

OK - Blake Pfeil

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• published: 21 Jun 2016
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OK. OK. OK. OK. A week ago today, our sleepy country awoke to the news that the largest mass shooting in our short history had occurred at a gay nightclub in Orlando. I was in Mexico when the news broke, and I felt completely helpless. Later that day, I learned that another attack, similar in nature, had occurred at a gay club in Veracruz, Mexico a couple weeks prior to the Pulse massacre. After a one long, hazy day full of headlines and numbers, I sat up that night and wrote and wrote and wrote. Like a lot of you, that’s the only thing I know how to do to declutter my wee brain. “OK” is the result of that decluttering. It is dedicated to the victims of the massacres at Pulse and La Madame. My team and I shot the film at Laberinto in Queretaro, Mexico. The track can be purchased at http://blakepfeil.bandcamp.com/track/ok. All proceeds will go to the Human Rights Campaign in the USA and to COPRED, the largest anti-discrimination organization in Mexico. I would like to thank the Coutiño Brothers for being a kind and giving crew on all sides. I would like to thank Icaro Teatro for providing the space. I would like to thank Manuel Coutiño for providing the rehearsal and editing space. Pass this along to your family and friends. OK. OK. OK. OK. My appendages are hostages Staring up at the loaded barrel of my held breath That won't let them move To pick up a pen To scribble a something To accommodate an anything That will unearth some sense Into our current version of events Because in God we trust But there's an US in MISTRUST We let rust Then combust Then forgot We abuse then console We fire then hold, Or vice versa it goes: We simmer then blow We ignore when we know That we're refusing to grow And I sit here down in Mexico With not an end to console my sight At least as far as an eye for an eye Train of thought can buy Because I am barely scraping by Surrounded by my Loss for words I wrote a song for Aurora I wrote a song for Newtown I wrote a song for Charleston And for Boston too But I can't write another song right now I can barely blink I'm squinting up at the sun of a gun I'm rearing up to run baby run Cuz I can't stop thinking I'm done It's done We're done here And I admit that my temper is temperate And my confusion's a conglomerate Of anger Of danger And I'm just another stranger Who can't imagine throwing the first stone And I know that in this I am not alone And yet I can't move a single dry bone To pluck, pluck, pluck, pluck Pluck up the phone to call someone Anyone To say: "How are you?" "What's new with you?" "I love you" "I love every electron that makes you you" Because my fingers are shaking And my pale skin is shaking And my cold lungs are shaking Because it's just a numbers game now And we're dumber somehow Yet we're expected to plow Right on thru another bigger, bloodier, buffoonery of a mess But instead of a solution Our brooms keep getting greater Our mops keep getting wetter Our buckets keep getting deeper, And soon the floor is gonna be so soiled That it's gonna sink And the ground will swallow it And replace it with what was here before Which was a nothing Which, if you ask me, In my humble, homosexual, homo sapien opinion Is way better than the daze of a maze That we're gazing at these days And yet I am still amazed When my mom chimes in, "Hey, we'll be OK, "Maybe not today, "Maybe not tomorrow, "Or the next day or the next day or the next day or the next day "Or the next day after that or the next day after that or the next day after that or the next day after that "But someday "Sure "I see us smiling "Screaming at the sky "Singing at the stars "Saying, ANY DAY NOW! "OK? OK??? OK! OK." OK OK OK Try and work those lungs boy And stay oh stay Cuz the banner ain't been hung yet boy Don't stray away From the heart to which you've clung boy You're not just a glare In the middle of a nowhere So c'mon the lights on Keep 'em up and colorful Not gone you ain't gone And you definitely ain't a handful Cuz I'd fawn over you till dawn Cuz you're vibrant as you're wonderful So don't you dare Run away anywhere I see no borders here And your pulse is coming thru right Loud and clear So red light green light Nobody can stop you Left right that's right That's the worst that they can do Hang tight yeah hold tight The rope is there to tie you to guide you to The sky the blue I see no borders here There are no borders here We don't have no borders here And your pulse is coming thru right Loud and clear So c'mon 'round boy Eyes up boy Stick with me boy Cuz you're not a number You still got a name OK OK OK OK OK I see no borders here There are no borders here We don't have no borders here And your pulse is coming thru right Loud and clear Yeah your pulse is coming thru right Loud and clear