Make no little plans. They have no magic to stir men’s blood and probably themselves will not be realized. Make big plans; aim high in hope and work, remembering that a noble, logical diagram once recorded will never die, but long after we are gone will be a living thing, asserting itself with ever-growing insistency. Remember that our sons and grandsons are going to do things that would stagger us. Let your watchword be order and your beacon beauty. Think big.
Daniel Burnham, Chicago architect. (1846-1912)

You like to sing the blues, I like to feel it
You listen to the news but it’s too real for me
I try to close my eyes, but my heart is racing
Chasing me to places I don’t wanna go

I try to slow down, think about this situation
You’re too young to have a heart attack, a heart attack
I know your lungs feel tiny for the air they’re breathing
But they can do it, come on, look back, look back

They haven’t failed you for 24 years now
They haven’t failed you ever before
They’ll stretch as wide as you will allow
Come on, breath deep, head to the floor and

Don’t be so serious, don’t panic
They like you just fine, don’t panic
I know it feels real, but it’s all in your mind
So come on, tell yourself
Don’t panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic, panic

They tried to give me tiny pills in tiny bottles
I said, “No thanks, I can do it on my own”
Mother told me, “Don’t take sweets from strangers”
But I think the rule applies to chemicals

I wanna be free like the monks in the monastery
I wanna be cool like the kids on TV
I wanna feel like the story in the book I’m reading
Doesn’t have a thing at all to do with me
Doesn’t have a thing at all to do with me

Don’t be so serious
Don’t be so serious

The Ascetic Junkies, (Don’t) Panic

Came into the darkness from out of the blue
I don’t know much but I know what to do
Froze in my mind I believed it so long
Alright I’ll admit I was wrong

Stay out of my nightmares, stay out of my dreams
You’re not even welcome in my memories
When things are alright and I want what I’ve got
It’s only momentarily thought

Fade out

If no one thinks of no one
Then no one believes in no one
And no one fucks with no one
Then no one’s afraid of no one

We’ve all seen enough now it’s time to decide
The meekness of love, or the power of pride
It doesn’t matter if you’re good or smart
Goddamn it things fall apart

Let’s go for a walk, yeah let’s go for a drive
Don’t know how to say thanks for being alive
Let’s go for a lifetime, let’s go for a fling
Don’t know how to say anything

Built to Spill, Things Fall Apart