sound and silence
share and compete
they dance and they fight
lyrics, a guitar, a bass, drums, and a voice
conspire to lose themselves in the collective porduct
the song
and when it's alright
it distracts me from this story called life
but
when it's all right
the song, the timing, the listener
it transcends language and lyric
touches the lub-dub of truth
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