Cutting Corners

Cutting corners describes me, my primitive lifestyle of pure luxury, loving you. I do anything in the easiest, cheapest, and fastest way. It's simple. I'm so simple. But you would never notice, baby.

So if I cut corners, you do something quickly by doing it in a less thorough way than you should, which propels a new trajectory to our life together and apart. Why not put your headphones on, turn this song up, close your eyes, and be transported to somewhere magickal, somewhere me … through a lens of a bird of prey, the far rider …

“The song "The Trip" by Still Corners is an ode to the journey that we take in life. It encourages us to not be afraid of the unknown, to take the risk and pack our bags to explore the world and find our own destiny. The chorus emphasizes the feeling that whatever journey we take, there is distance between our current lives and the new path we have set ourselves on, no matter how many miles we have to travel. The song also suggests that although it is a difficult journey, it is one that is worth taking as it can bring newfound knowledge and fulfillment.”

Still Corners - The Trip

Time has come to go
Pack your bags, hit the open road
Our hearts just won't die
It's the trip, keeps us alive

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh

So many miles
So many miles
So many miles
Away

They're following some dance of light
Tearing into the night
Watching you fall asleep
The sweetest dove in a dream

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh

So many miles
So many miles
So many miles
Away

We revolve around deep themes of self-discovery, longing for something so much more than this sooper kosmos here and the outlandish complexities of human emotions on our one diamond heart orbit.

The ethereal fact that there are so few words in our brief and sketchy and “trippy” conversations, just like in the lyrics, yet so much metaphoric realizations being delivered, says it all. We are constantly chasing our passions in hopes of fulfilling goals and dreams, only to realize later on that everything is just THE TRIP that holds the most importance and meaning of our path-ethic existence, which is basically pointless. And it turns out you are both my destination and trip, where I cut corners and trip and fall down and rise high paying the deepest price of loving you above all. You are all the luxury I want while I am the poverty for all the treasures in this world. Baby, you are the source of all of my pleasures and all of my pains, to get there, to get to you saintly. You are the means of breaking free from the shackles of my mundane routine, like going to hotel pools, watering the grass. You are the channel to perceive the most attractive intricacies of love, where I try to swim but actually drown, fostering life’s spontaneity in me after my own incomplete death. But it’s all so hard, just to breathe, stay alive, because you are my pure heart flooding the rest of my life with so much, so little love.