(no subject)
I has new songs for you.
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"Communication"
There’s no puzzle or code, special language to know
To translate your communiqué.
I don’t need wind talkers or enigma machines
To hear what you’re trying to say.
You’ve got a gift for words that leaves little to take
Except the meaning, which I won’t confuse.
You’ve got a special tone that says “leave me alone”
No matter whatever words you use.
I like to take hints as well as their given,
And I’m willing to live as well as let livin’
So long as I’m told that what you’re tellin’
Is that you don’t wanna buy what I’ve been sellin’.
This subject was subject to interpretation
But now I’ve got no reason for investigation
The air’s been cleared of contamination
And there’s no need now for compensation.
It was a long night and longer morning
And it got hard to follow along.
So I can understand if at the time at hand
Your reason got reason’bly wrong.
There’s no contract signed on dotted lines,
No binding to keep you bound.
But there’s a good reason for me to be leavin’
If I’m believin’ you’re staying around.
Chorus
[probably yelling goes here]
"Strange Place"
My floor is mostly closed for tonight.
The lights are off except for screens at the desk.
There must not be too many sick kids on Sundays.
There aren't many nurses left.
So me and the pump walk down to the pantry,
Where they keep all the crackers and juice.
If you're here enough they give you free reign
and at least it's something to do.
It's a strange place
Where you can disappear for ‘bout half a year
And have no stories about where you’ve been.
It’s such a strange place
Where everybody’s kind, but when you say goodbye
You hope you’ll never see each other again.
Things here are pretty easy.
It’s like using up vacation days.
But leaving is always easier
Because it means you don’t have to stay.
Till then, me and the pump are fine
Wandering ‘round the halls
And looking out high windows
At the other buildings’ walls.
It’s a strange place
Where you hear the hard things first and they hurt the worst,
And you’re grateful and make sure so say “thanks.”
It’s such a strange place
Where when you sign the bill, the ask to see if you’ve got a will.
And nobody thinks it’s in bad taste.
It's a strange place
Where you can disappear for ‘bout half a year
And have no stories about where you’ve been.
It’s such a strange place
Where everybody’s kind, but when you say goodbye
You hope you’ll never see each other again.
_____________________
"Communication"
There’s no puzzle or code, special language to know
To translate your communiqué.
I don’t need wind talkers or enigma machines
To hear what you’re trying to say.
You’ve got a gift for words that leaves little to take
Except the meaning, which I won’t confuse.
You’ve got a special tone that says “leave me alone”
No matter whatever words you use.
I like to take hints as well as their given,
And I’m willing to live as well as let livin’
So long as I’m told that what you’re tellin’
Is that you don’t wanna buy what I’ve been sellin’.
This subject was subject to interpretation
But now I’ve got no reason for investigation
The air’s been cleared of contamination
And there’s no need now for compensation.
It was a long night and longer morning
And it got hard to follow along.
So I can understand if at the time at hand
Your reason got reason’bly wrong.
There’s no contract signed on dotted lines,
No binding to keep you bound.
But there’s a good reason for me to be leavin’
If I’m believin’ you’re staying around.
Chorus
[probably yelling goes here]
"Strange Place"
My floor is mostly closed for tonight.
The lights are off except for screens at the desk.
There must not be too many sick kids on Sundays.
There aren't many nurses left.
So me and the pump walk down to the pantry,
Where they keep all the crackers and juice.
If you're here enough they give you free reign
and at least it's something to do.
It's a strange place
Where you can disappear for ‘bout half a year
And have no stories about where you’ve been.
It’s such a strange place
Where everybody’s kind, but when you say goodbye
You hope you’ll never see each other again.
Things here are pretty easy.
It’s like using up vacation days.
But leaving is always easier
Because it means you don’t have to stay.
Till then, me and the pump are fine
Wandering ‘round the halls
And looking out high windows
At the other buildings’ walls.
It’s a strange place
Where you hear the hard things first and they hurt the worst,
And you’re grateful and make sure so say “thanks.”
It’s such a strange place
Where when you sign the bill, the ask to see if you’ve got a will.
And nobody thinks it’s in bad taste.
It's a strange place
Where you can disappear for ‘bout half a year
And have no stories about where you’ve been.
It’s such a strange place
Where everybody’s kind, but when you say goodbye
You hope you’ll never see each other again.