Track Lyrics:
The loud shroud
Clouds the now,
How?
This quiet
Disquiet,
In the endless
Echo riot.
Grab the knob,
To turn up the silence.
When the white noise is violence,
Silence is to give,
What it is to live:
Aloud/allowed.
Turn up the silence,
Turn down the radio violence.
Turn up the dial,
Dial a quiet inquiry:
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me?
You shouldn’t.
I should
be still,
Still,
The thrill
Says list-en !
Listen,
Listen,
Listen (reversed)
Or en-list
In the uncivil
Civilian corps
Of discourse.
Or
Dis-course to plan:
a recourse of sorts.
Trust, you must
Use the force, of course:
These are not the days we were looking for.
Recalculating…
New plan,
Given only escape-ism
In this schism prism.
A home unknown,
There’s no place like smartphone!
That known
Need-to-know
Unknown.
I wish that phone
I’d thrown!
Off it’s thrown.
The blissful
Unknown;
The ignorance
dance:
Is it temporary
Or exclusionary?
The FOMO
oh no, no!
Where to go?
Where’s the map?
Whose photos to tap?
Cashing in this reality check;
Paid in blue-billed birds,
Not even *one* blue check.
Step
By
Step
I feel
Real.
Listen!
For the beautiful
Silence.

