Monday, February 12, 2007

nothing THAT IS NOT THERE [AND THE NOTHING THAT IS]

A

self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility


your warning rings across the street


in algebra, in algebra


the fences that you cannot climb

the sentences that do not rhyme


in all that you can ever change

the one you're looking for



it gets you down

there's no spark

no light in the dark



down
it gets you
you travel far


what have you found?

that there's no time

to analyse



to think things through

to make sense



like candles in the city

you'll never look so pretty

while powercuts and blackouts

sleeping like babies



it gets you down

you're just playing a part

you're playing a part



oh there's no time to


analyse









(Analyse-Thom Yorke)

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