The Garden (Pass the Cheese)

The Agora is crowded, the Senate’s getting loud
I’m slipping out the back door, I’m hiding from the crowd
You think you need the glory, you think you need the fame?
But public life is torture, it’s a miserable game
I bought a little acreage just outside of the wall
I’m raising up some chickens and I’m missing every call
I’m cultivating cabbage, I’m stepping off the grid
I’m happier today than I have been since I was a kid

Welcome to the Garden, take a load off of your feet
We’re maximizing pleasure with a simple little treat
We don’t need a banquet, we don’t need a golden throne
Just a pocket full of olives and a place to call our own
Achieving Ataraxia, we’re floating on a breeze
Now sit back in the hammock, baby, pass the feta cheese

The Stoics are complaining, they’re bracing for the pain
But I’m just drinking water while I’m listening to the rain
You chase the heavy luxuries, the honey and the wine
But tomorrow you’ll be aching, while I’m feeling totally fine
Desires are a trap, man, keep ’em natural and small
If you only want a little, then you’ll always have it all
A little bit of barley, a conversation with a friend
That’s all the mathematics that you need until the end

Now don’t you fret the reaper, don’t worry ’bout the end
It’s just a reassignment of the atoms, my friend
When we are existing, well, death is not around
And when the reaper catches us, we’re safely in the ground
Where there is life, there is no death, so wipe away the tear
It’s a metaphysical impossibility for him to join us here!
There is no underworld, there is no eternal fire
Just a peaceful dissolution of the ego and desire

So welcome to the Garden, take a load off of your feet
We’re maximizing pleasure with a simple little treat
We don’t need a banquet, we don’t need a golden throne
Just a pocket full of olives and a place to call our own
Achieving Ataraxia, we’re floating on a breeze
Now sit back in the hammock, baby, pass the feta cheese

Yeah, just breathe it in
Turn off the notifications
We’re just atoms in the void, man
Might as well be comfortable