The world used to be silent
Now it has too many voices
And the noises are constant distraction
They multiply, intensify
They will divert your attention to what's convenient
And forget to tell you about yourself
We live in an age of many stimulations
If you are focused, you are harder to reach
If you are distracted, you are available
You are distracted, you are available
You want flattery
Always looking to where it's at You want to take part in everything And everything to be a part of you Your head is spinning faster at the end of your spine Until you have no face at all And yet if the world would shut up, even for a while Perhaps we will start hearing the distant rhythm of an angry young tune And recompose ourselves Perhaps having deconstructed everything We should be thinking about putting everything back together Silence yourself!
You are distracted, you are available
You want flattery
Always looking to where it's at You want to take part in everything And everything to be a part of you Your head is spinning faster at the end of your spine Until you have no face at all And yet if the world would shut up, even for a while Perhaps we will start hearing the distant rhythm of an angry young tune And recompose ourselves Perhaps having deconstructed everything We should be thinking about putting everything back together Silence yourself!
Too many to convince too many to hire and nothing you ever own the world's a dead sorry hole and i'm cold, and i'm cold and im cold, and i'm stubborn i'm sick to keep it open wide and speaking words to the blind speaking words, to the blind speaking words, to the blind and the soul of the pure and the eyes of the lover and the one who truly saw your soul and the one who truly saw your soul i'm the one, who truly saw your soul i'm the one, who truly saw your soul and if you tell me to shut up and if you tell me to shut it did you tell me to shut up oh if you tell me to shut it i'll shut it now young, just born fragile and trembling soul you hold it to the light that pours down the moon at night you kept on holding it you kept on holding it it was a dangerous thing to do but you did it when no one knew when the eyes were closed and the people asleep not an animal not a human not a soul not a soul and if you tell me to shut up and if you tell me to shut it did you tell me to shut up oh if you tell me to shut it i shut it now i am a breaker of ocean leaden like a bullet to the sun i am a breaker of ocean leaden like a bullet to the sun, to the sun, to the sun...
(Savages, 2013)
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