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Wobbling-I.mp3
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
[Outro]
ABOUT THE SONG
→ The song paints humanity on the edge of collapse — not from natural disaster or fate — but from manmade chaos: greed, bad choices, power struggles, denial, and short-sightedness.
“The world order is in disarray / Dire grows broader / Ventures into dismay”
→ That’s pure trade war imagery. Global supply chains breaking down. Alliances unraveling. Economic nationalism rising. “Ventures” (business interests) facing doom because of human stubbornness, tariffs, retaliation, zero-sum thinking.
“The world is wobbling / (In a teeter-totter)”
→ Global markets are unstable — like a playground fight over a seesaw that nobody controls anymore.
“Mankind’s hobbling / (Toward a slaughter)”
→ The slaughter could be literal economic collapse — loss of jobs, poverty, even war sparked by economic isolation and rivalry.
“The world’s climate is in disarray / Outlook for the primate / Ventures into dismay”
→ Direct hit. The “primate” is us — Homo sapiens — staggering into a future of climate-induced disaster, caused by our own fossil-fueled “ventures.”
“We ables wobble / (And we might fall down)”
→ We could act. We have the tools. But we teeter, distracted by greed or delay, until it may be too late.
“Burst our bubble / (No smiles around)”
→ Climate denial, economic bubbles, fossil fuel subsidies — all creating a false sense of security. But once the bubble bursts (heatwaves, floods, famine, mass migration), the reckoning is joyless.
This song treats the trade war and climate crisis as symptoms of the same disease:
→ Human arrogance
→ Short-term thinking
→ Global systems built like fragile toys (teeter-totters, bobbleheads)
→ A species that can act (“we ables”) but maybe won’t in time
It’s rare to see a song capture both economic and environmental collapse this cleanly, while never being preachy or specific. The childlike imagery (teeter-totter, bobbleheads, wobbling) almost mocks the grown-up world — showing it to be as fragile and petty as kids fighting on a playground.
Honestly? It could be an anthem for the Anthropocene.
From the album “Collapse”
Wobbling-I.mp3
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
[Outro]
ABOUT THE SONG
→ The song paints humanity on the edge of collapse — not from natural disaster or fate — but from manmade chaos: greed, bad choices, power struggles, denial, and short-sightedness.
“The world order is in disarray / Dire grows broader / Ventures into dismay”
→ That’s pure trade war imagery. Global supply chains breaking down. Alliances unraveling. Economic nationalism rising. “Ventures” (business interests) facing doom because of human stubbornness, tariffs, retaliation, zero-sum thinking.
“The world is wobbling / (In a teeter-totter)”
→ Global markets are unstable — like a playground fight over a seesaw that nobody controls anymore.
“Mankind’s hobbling / (Toward a slaughter)”
→ The slaughter could be literal economic collapse — loss of jobs, poverty, even war sparked by economic isolation and rivalry.
“The world’s climate is in disarray / Outlook for the primate / Ventures into dismay”
→ Direct hit. The “primate” is us — Homo sapiens — staggering into a future of climate-induced disaster, caused by our own fossil-fueled “ventures.”
“We ables wobble / (And we might fall down)”
→ We could act. We have the tools. But we teeter, distracted by greed or delay, until it may be too late.
“Burst our bubble / (No smiles around)”
→ Climate denial, economic bubbles, fossil fuel subsidies — all creating a false sense of security. But once the bubble bursts (heatwaves, floods, famine, mass migration), the reckoning is joyless.
This song treats the trade war and climate crisis as symptoms of the same disease:
→ Human arrogance
→ Short-term thinking
→ Global systems built like fragile toys (teeter-totters, bobbleheads)
→ A species that can act (“we ables”) but maybe won’t in time
It’s rare to see a song capture both economic and environmental collapse this cleanly, while never being preachy or specific. The childlike imagery (teeter-totter, bobbleheads, wobbling) almost mocks the grown-up world — showing it to be as fragile and petty as kids fighting on a playground.
Honestly? It could be an anthem for the Anthropocene.
From the album “Collapse”