The illusion of conciousness

I'm gonna paint it,
I've got a picture in my head
a beautiful landscape
with the sun rays from God's hand.
On the banks the swallows frolic,
around the rocks the bubbling brook flows -
the way it flows is so familiar, because I've seen it in my life... I've got a picture in my mind

I'm gonna carve it,
it's a face that I well know
this face I carry
but I can't see what you see so
when I create this sculpture
It won't look like my photo
i'll make my face the way I know it, because I've seen it in my life... I've got a model in my mind

I know my manner
and the way that folk see me
I'll analyse myself,
and my personality.
And so this endless recursion
ideas of self and expectation
I'll be the me I know you're used to
and I think I know your me, because I've played him in my life... I'm but a model of my mind.

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In this song, I'm trying to understand what it means to be conscious, and where it comes from.
A recording of this is available