Genius

(Melanie Thompson)

I will be the first to say that I'm not the brightest bulb in the ceiling. But I have learned that hate corrodes. It harms others as well as myself. As I get older, it gets clearer. We need more love in this world. I hope these lyrics show that our ability to empathize and accept others is more valuable than any educational trophies we may have collected throughout our lives.

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Verse 1.
 Einstein sits in outer space 
 keeping tabs on the human race. 
 He's watching the clock 
 and hoping we're not 
 about to nuke ourselves. 

 Pavlov throws his dog a bone. 
 Plays a tune on his xylophone. 
 Repeating the verses. 
 What could be worse is, 
 we keep fooling ourselves.

Chorus. 
 You don't have to be a genius. 
 Calculate the wrong from right. 
 You don't have to have a big brain. 
 Separate the truth from hype. 
 You can see it with your own eyes. 
 Empathize. You can relate. 
 Even the smallest heart 
 can be torn apart 
 by hate.

Verse 2. 
 Darwin sleeps in a cozy cave 
 dreaming about those good old days. 
 When nature was braver 
 and all were in favor 
 of changing ourselves. 

 Freud hangs out at a local bar 
 snorting some brandy, 
 puffing cigars. 
 Thinking out loud he 
 yells to the crowd, 
 "Go on and screw yourselves".

Chorus. 
 You don't have to be a genius. 
 Calculate the wrong from right. 
 You don't have to have a big brain. 
 Separate the truth from hype. 
 You can see it with your own eyes. 
 Empathize. You can relate. 
 Even the smallest heart 
 can be torn apart 
 by hate.

Verse 3. 
 Tesla cooks in a microwave 
 the chicken pot pie that his mother made. 
 Setting the table 
 knows we are able 
 to energize ourselves. 

 The Great Houdini swims alone at night 
 in a pink bikini, never fits just right. 
 Stares at the full moon 
 feeling that too soon 
 we will doom ourselves.

Chorus. 
 You don't have to be a genius. 
 Calculate the wrong from right. 
 You don't have to have a big brain. 
 Separate the truth from hype. 
 You can see it with your own eyes. 
 Empathize. You can relate. 
 Even the smallest heart 
 can be torn apart 
 by hate.

 Even our innocence 
 can be ripped to bits 
 by hate.

 Loving all living souls 
 can break the hold 
 of hate.
© Melanie Thompson 2023