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My rhyme ain't good just yet, |
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My brain and tongue just met, |
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And they ain't friends, so far, |
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My words don’t travel far, |
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They tangle in my hair, |
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And tend to go nowhere, |
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They grow right back inside, |
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Right past my brain and eyes |
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Into my stomach juice |
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Where they don’t serve much use, |
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No healthy calories, |
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Nutrition values. |
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And I absorb back in |
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The words right through my skin |
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They sit there festering inside my bowels |
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The consonants and vowels |
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The consequence of sounds |
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The consonants and vowels |
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The consequence of sounds |
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Got a soundtrack in my mind, |
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Kids- Screamin' from too much beat up |
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All the time. |
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And they don't even rhyme, |
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They just stand there, on a street corner, |
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Skin tucked in |
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And meat side out and shouting, |
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And I’d like to turn them down |
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But there ain't no knob. |
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Born into picket fences |
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Not into picket lines. |
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All this hippie-shit for the 60's |
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And another cliché for our time. |
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But, But a one of these days your heart |
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Will just stop ticking, |
| [01:18.580] |
And they sorta just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking. |
| [01:20.690] |
The consonants and vowels |
| [01:24.680] |
The consequence of sounds |
| [01:30.590] |
The consonants and vowels |
| [01:36.300] |
The consequence of sounds |
| [01:42.830] |
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ah |
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Did you know that the gravedigger's still |
| [02:11.020] |
Gettin' stuck in the machine |
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Even tough it's a whole other daydream. |
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It's another town it's another world, |
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Where the kids are asleep, where the loans are paid |
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And the lawns are mowed. |
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Whad'ya think? |
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All the gravediggers were gone? |
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Just cause one song is done |
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There’s always another one, |
| [02:25.750] |
Waiting right around the bend, |
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Till this one ends, |
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Then it begins |
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Squeaky clean and it starts all over again. |
| [02:31.690] |
The weather report keeps on |
| [02:33.870] |
Tossing and turning, |
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Predicting and warning, |
| [02:36.520] |
And warning and warning of, |
| [02:38.280] |
Possible leakage from news publications and, |
| [02:40.760] |
Possible leakage from news |
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TV stations. |
| [02:44.840] |
That Very same morning right next to her coffee |
| [02:46.740] |
She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and |
| [02:50.510] |
National Geographic was being too graphic, |
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When all she had wanted to know was the traffic “ |
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The worlds got a nosebleed” it said “ |
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And we’re flooding but we keep on cutting |
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The trees and the forests!” |
| [03:03.070] |
And we keep on paying those freaks on the |
| [03:04.840] |
TV, Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us. |
| [03:07.220] |
And sweating like demons they scream through our speakers |
| [03:10.040] |
But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder. |
| [03:13.490] |
And no one’s the killer and no one’s the martyr |
| [03:16.420] |
The world that has made us can no longer contain us |
| [03:20.090] |
And prophets are silent then rotting away 'cause |
| [03:27.640] |
The consonants and vowels |
| [03:33.480] |
The consequence of sounds. |
| [03:39.230] |
The consonants and vowels |
| [03:45.250] |
The consequence of sounds. |
| [03:50.500] |
Ah ah ah… |
| [04:04.830] |
My rhyme ain't good just yet, |
| [04:18.260] |
My brain and tongue just met, |
| [04:18.890] |
And they aint friends, so far, |
| [04:20.560] |
My words don't travel far, |
| [04:21.710] |
They tangle in my hair, |
| [04:23.070] |
And tend to go nowhere, |
| [04:24.250] |
They grow right back inside, |
| [04:26.230] |
Right past my brain and eyes |
| [04:27.860] |
Into my stomach juice |
| [04:29.770] |
Where they don't serve much use, |
| [04:29.890] |
No healthy calories, Nutrition values. |
| [04:32.340] |
And I absorb back in |
| [04:34.380] |
The words right through my skin |
| [04:39.800] |
They sit there festering inside my bowels |
| [04:45.480] |
The consonants and vowels |
| [04:47.350] |
The consequence of sounds |
| [04:50.660] |
The consonants and vowels |
| [04:53.630] |
The consequence of sounds |
