Silence
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Considering musical violence
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As the airwaves break those anytime pauses
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Quiet reflection on the nature of noises
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Disturbing suburban platitudes
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Heard a yell that created a solitude
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Outside
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Opened the window wide
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My curiosity satisfied
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It was no-one I knew so I carried on hiding
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My instinctive reaction to join in the shouting
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And increase the volume, but a sense of doubt in
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My head
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Told me to shut up instead
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Return to the previous peace I'd been seeking
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For no other reason than to work out a theory
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That noise is just a sound on a different scale
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To what we expect, so I started to yell
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Out loud
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Soon a curious crowd
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Was standing outside looking up at my window
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I looked out, they could see I was no-one they knew, so
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Their instinctive reaction to be part of the noise
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Or part of the reason for the silence destroyed
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Got hid
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"Nobody does" what I did
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Except for the first son whose total immersion
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In this social excursion was more than diversion
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With a similar yell I could tell who he was
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The voice with a noise that I'd heard, and because
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One yell
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Had sort of broken the spell
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So we laughed and we shouted in a lack of respect
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For the conditional silence that has come to connect
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All the neighbours as strangers living under the treat
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Of discovering life beyond what they expect
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What do you expect from this?
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Conditional Silence
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| Citizen Fish |
