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Speed Of Sound
04:49
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Tram lines set my balance, rolling bashfully
Lime trees lime the lanes, city’s got some modesty
Cafe coffees out to go, hearts go anxiously
Consumed by thoughts, as feet trample me
The speed of sound sits at three, four, three
In a vacuum we go silently
The speed of sound sits at three, four, three
But that’s still too fast to see
Sunsets northside, let us pedal on
Passing places, we move like strays
We watch the rat race, the city seems to fade
Small buildings come as a welcome break
It’s time to set a truce in place, between myself, my muscle and my memory,
Let electrons be electrons, pass their wisdom clearly,
Transmuting through this space they call a chest cavity
Oxygen can far reach, branching in connectivity
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Little Doses
05:21
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A smile hides the subtle un sound fear
Stepping into a crowd but I’m not really here
I see her speaking words but they fall down on the crowded floor
Roll away between their feet, or float on into the air
You hear every conversation but not one of them makes sense
Puzzle pieces won’t fall into place, they’re not of the same set
The picture on the TV is distorted and blurry and there ain’t no switch to change the set.
Make friends with no where
Little doses of nobody
Make friends with no where
Little doses of nobody
They speak of the sixth love language, an ever present split
Temporary space to give, all the time to miss
Giving room to the voices, the tensions and the hiss
Roll down the volume, hear it like it is
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