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LET ME TELL YOU

LET ME TELL YOU ‘BOUT NOTHING IN PARTICULAR,

NOTHING IN PARTICULAR, NOTHING AT ALL

MAY I HARP ‘BOUT  THE CHANGE THAT IS ALL AROUND

CHANGE THAT IS ALL AROUND,  YET NOTHING’S CHANGED AT ALL

THE SLIPPERY SLOPES AND THE BREAKING DAMS

ALL WE HEAR ABOUT IS DIRE AND PART OF A PLAN

I MAY SOUND PARANOID, I MAY APPEAR MAD

YET THE AIR OF AMBIGUITY PERVADES OUR LAND

I AM INNOCENT, I AM INNOCENT,

I’M NOT GUILTY OF NOTHING AT ALL

I’M HIDING IN MY ROOM, HEAD BENEATH MY CLEAN WHITE SHEETS

I’M HIDING FROM EVERYTHING…YET, NOTHING’S CHANGED AT ALL

DO WE READ OUR BOOKS, A CHAPTER OR A SCENE

A PARAGRAPH OR SENTENCE OR ANY WORDS…I MEAN

DO WE UNDERSTAND OUR TIME, OUR PLACE IN HISTORY

SEEMS THE AIR OF INDECISION JUST SUITS US TO A TEE 

DO YOU HEAR MY VOICE, DO YOU HEAR MY WORDS

CAN I GET THROUGH TO YOU OR NOTHING AT ALL

I PERSIST AND TRY, KEEP WRITING WORDS BYE AND BYE

DOES IT MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE, ‘CAUSE NOTHING’S CHANGED AT ALL

THE HARD TRUTH IS NOT SO HARD AT ALL

IT KEEPS ON CHANGING AS THE CYCLES CALL

DO I COME OFF CYNICAL OR AM I SOUTH OF SNIDE?

CAUSE THE AIR OF VACILIATION HAS TAKEN US FOR A RIDE

New Haven
November 2007