May 03, 2009 11:00
Hush little baby don't say a word...
[the sound of steady scraping]
Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird...
[another scrape, louder]
And if that mocking bird don't sing....
[the scraping abruptly stops]
And it didn't. How unhappy that made me.
† thomas elliot | hush
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Didn't I? I did. Someone get the recorder.
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I wasn't listening.
Mother was calling me.
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Oho, was she now? You don't say. What's airless and the source of life? Where does something come of nothing?
Your bandages missed out on the wounds.
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The wounds are gone. They've been gone.
Blood for blood.
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Birds are never a good thing.
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So it brings us back to birds again.
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Get it?
Del art.
The patterns, they're inevitable, they are speaking to us now.
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And I will.
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