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• Artiste: Primary Tones
• Titre: Cat's Cradle
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There are days I can imagine Sitting in between the words of Conversation between heretics And anarchists and god. Just as there are days I might be found Perching up on telephone poles -- Hooked up, linking together Such a lonely world These little spools of tangled threads Those strings that tie us all together Someday, they will have to come undone And fear is the reaction I'm looking for When you ask me, "what's in store for me? My home? And my town?" And I tell you, "Everything's got to burn to the ground Then freeze back over someday." So, Hector, your brother betrayed you And now your neck has been speared through But don't you dare ask for mercy or pity Because I, myself, am surrounded by swords And if you can bring death on your own accord Then certainly, I can, too, incite such fatalism And joy is the emotion I'm searching for When you ask me, "What am I doing here?" Because my answer is "To sit and watch, And not much more." Save our souls, save our souls We are pleading in Morse code So, what is the emotion you're digging for? Does it have a name you can call it by? Or is it stuck between the words in that dialog? Is it stuck between the people and their god?