Thrown Songtext
von Bodega

Watch the thrown
Watch the thrown

And I was thrown here by chance
And I was targeted by new age ads
Spent most of my days in a trance
But I have two feet now to under-stand

My molecules change yet I remain
I weave and unweave my image
The king and the prince
Ghost
Protagonist
Idealist
Perverter
Cuckold
Bull
Film: triptychs, nudes, multitudes
Artist statement: Hear what′s passed in you
And find in the world without actuality
And find that the world is without


My brain is a train and it's due for a collision
There′s a body on the track
I'm due for a decision
My brain is a train
It's due for a collision
With my body on the track
I′m due for a decision

We′re thrown
Not here by chance
And I'm surrounded by bureaucrats
And I was cold called by two democrats
Who said ′senators thrown'
Still failing the class


Yet inside me: Bermuda Triangle
Jester
Gambler
Idiot
Troll
Graceful
Grateful
Patient
Stoic
Puritan
Conservist
Arson - Well
Exaggerist
Both hippie and punk
Fiercely loyal
Will jump ship
A bundle of impressions
Impressionable
See what I say is not what I think
But a reaction to the itch on my back
A reaction to the six of this pack
A reaction to the kick on this track
A reaction to celebrity master class

And I was thrown here by chance
And I′m compounded of three authored acts
At this moment loathing at the glass
At this moment and always I am wearing a mask
And I was thrown here by chance
Shipwrecked
Court side
In a trance
I was targeted by big rock ads
Gave both of my soles just to play in the band

Thrown
Here by chance
Shipwrecked
Court side
In a trance
Thrown by a glare inside of a glance
That said none of this fear appeared by chance
Thrown
Here by chance
What's left is loathing
Caught in a dance
And I′m thrown
Still not stuck in a plan
See none of what's here appeared by chance