Some ideas start as words, some as sounds, and others as images. Discombobulated began as a visual called “Brain Fart” – a chaotic burst of thought, impossible to contain. But within the flow state of creation, disorder finds a rhythm. The act of making art in any form takes an idea and provides something more tangible – transforming scattered fragments into something more structured. This newfound structure provides an opportunity for clarity, allowing reflection on what was once an elusive, ever-moving force.
Stupefied, misaligned and vilified – Oops that wasn’t right.
No offence intended; I wasn’t looking for a fight.
So, take a chill pill and get up, on your funky feet.
I know what can help us right now; let’s dance to this funky beat.
Discombobulated.
Seems I just can’t get it right.
Thoughts rattling in my head.
Confused and I’m all uptight.
Discombobulated.
There’s one thing that’ll set us free.
The answer is hidden in the groove.
Yeah Music ’ll set us free.
The creative process often unfolds unpredictably, revealing layers of meaning that were not initially apparent. The lyrics of Discombobulated revolve around questioning internal perceptions – each inquiry leading to insights but at the same time also opening doors to looping thoughts. This spiraling nature can be paradoxical, where answers generate more questions, creating a cycle that is both illuminating and dizzying. In this way, Discombobulated captures a state of turbulence, where thoughts overlap and shift rapidly, sometimes resisting order or containment but there can be something positive from this.
Meditate, medicate, facilitate: a simple matter of choice.
Answers coming from everywhere – It’s time for us all to rejoice.
Oops! There it is again, but there’s no need to sweat it
It’s just time to lose myself in a funky riff.
Bum bum bubba doo baa
Zip bup doopa bum peety bum
Bum bum bubba doo bum
Zip bup boopety bum peety baoow
Now truth be told here’s the crazy thing; I can’t dance for shit.
My awkward ass can’t pull it off; does that make me a hypocrite?
Oops there it is; I just did it again
Just give me a moment while I try reset my brain
Discombobulated…
(repeat “Ad infinitum”)
Art is a way of making sense of the mess – or perhaps just embracing the absurdity of it. The humor in Discombobulated lies in this very contradiction: the more one tries to unravel thought patterns, the more tangled they become. It’s an endless, amusing struggle, one that mirrors the way the mind works when left to its own devices. The visual that sparked the song “Brain Fart” exists alongside the music, and is another means in expressing the same restless, spiraling energy. Together, they form a snapshot of a state of mind, an honest reflection of a brain doing what it does best: firing on all cylinders, for better or worse.
Discombobulated is a sonic manifestation of thought in motion. A moment in time, captured in sound and scribbles. A brain, mid-fart!
