Lyrically, I aimed for some sort of manifesto statement about the creative liberation you get when you stop worrying about whether anyone (including yourself) can make much sense out of what you're doing.

Here they are in full:

There's a tendency
for ideas and experiences to be
put into some kind of box.

It can help life feel,
in the face of seeming overwhelmingly real,
less able to perplex and fox.

But when you're stepping on creative turf
that kind of thinking is of lesser worth -
leaves you traipsing over old stomping ground

and nowhere near where wilder flowered meadows might be found.

A profusion of cross-wired wrong stick-ended confusion, though popular, brings a world of strife.

While clarity in all things communicatory
paves the way to a calmer life.

But when your aim's to be artistically free
sense and logic often gets in the way -
gives you a lock but not the key to your idiosynchrasy.

Much better to be...

Incomprehensible!
Be Incomprehensible!
It makes more sense!

Incomprehensible!
Be less common-sensible!
Make your creative flow immense!

In any case might it not be inferred
human activity is by and large absurd?

Any idea that we're a rational species
looks more and more like a pile of old faeces.
Maybe it's time we just all dropped the delusion,

embrace all our inner contradictory confusion.

And anyone who asks for something less can whistle.

Incomprehensible!
Be Incomprehensible!
It makes more sense!

Incomprehensible!
Be less common-sensicle!
Let your creative flow commence!