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Showbread - The Bell Jar lyrics
To be common place would be unique, But we’re so obscure we’re incoherent, Like tongueless vigilantes choking just to make you choke, Rattling, rattling, No nails to hold ideas in place, no expression on your face Music and her patrons are dead and irrelevant, Like osteoporosis, she’s brittle she is broken Static comes through synthesizers, megaphones and drum machines, Beauty sounds like smashed guitars, And several references to feedback, Rattling, rattling, No surgery to save your life, No promise everything’s all right Music and her patrons are dead and irrelevant, Like osteoporosis she’s brittle and she is broken, Languages must be organic because like flies they fall and die, Music now sleeps with Latin and Aramaic, It’s over, it’s over, No more waiting for something to live for, It’s over, it’s over, Everything is dying and we want something more |
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