Uniform Motion
fools don t listen to a word i say
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Salutary tongues that speak in turn. Waiting for their chance to make us yearn.
The sounds and emotions spreading thin, weâll sink the float that would not let us win.
A solitary cheer that does not work. We cottoned on to all their taints and quirks.
And fled to the mountains on a whim, watching all the mess behind us sink.
And thatâs no way to listen to our sonnet.
Theyâre buzzing like a bee inside my bonnet.
But the fools never listen to what I say.
Theyâve copied all their lines into a prayer.
Fools, donât listen to a word I say. Just look the other way.
Iâm not saying Iâve got much to say. Just look the other way.