Sixty Seconds

Here they are; Sixty Seconds of Deaf Bones to the somewhat irregular Heart Beat of a Rocking Clown. (Take it easy; first time you try listening it may go incredibly slow. Let it go... second time is always fine)

FOREST OF DEAF BONES

I DON'T MEAN TO TRIVIALIZE

BUT WHAT'S THE USE OF TALKING

WHEN EVERYBODY'S MOCKING

THE THOUSAND TONGUES THEY ARE PRONE TO LET GO ROCKING

IN A FOREST OF DEAF BONES.

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I DON'T MEAN TO TRIVIALIZE BABE

BUT WHERE AM I WHEN YOU TURN YOUR EYE

TO WATCH A MAN WHO'S JUST ABOUT TO DIE

SOMEWHERE BEHIND A TV SET.

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I DON'T MEAN TO TRIVIALIZE BOY

WHEN YOUR CONSCIENCE'S BEING CLEANED

BY A FIST OR A SLEEPING BLUE PILL

WEAKENING OUR WEAKENED VOICE.

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DREAM DREAM DREAM HONEY

ALWAYS DREAM THE WILDEST CHOICE.

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I DON'T MEAN TO TRIVIALIZE

BUT WHO ARE YOU MAN, THERE

UNDER THE SUN OF A TIDY NEW TOWN

PLAYING A DRUM, CLASHY SOUND

A BRILLIANT BUM WITH NO NO TIME TO JOIN THIS CLOWN.

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AND THEN SOMEONE SAYS 'NO!'

AND BANG BANG BANG

COME HUNT THE PROMISED LAND

BLOODY LINES AND A LOVED ONE

DANCE DANCE DANCE TO THE BEAT OF AN OLD GANG.

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NO. I DON'T MEAN TO TRIVIALIZE

BUT WHAT

WHAT'S THE USE OF TALKING

WHEN EVERYBODY'S MOCKING

THE THOUSAND TONGUES THEY ARE PRONE TO LET GO ROCKING

IN A FOREST

IN A LONE LONE FOREST

IN A FOREST OF DEAF BONES.