(ian hunter/tommy morrongiello)

Noises are taking away my freedom.
Noises seem to rob me of myself.
Noises are the sound of mediocrity.
Noises ... to take that ... from out of myself.
Noises are taking away my casualness.
Noises are making me scared.
Big noises are made by big shots.
Some noises should never be heard.

Noises
Noises
Noises
Noises
Give me noises!

Noises are looking over my shoulder.
Noises are the sound of the herd.
Noises make the planet colder.
Noises are noises that should never be heard.

Noises
Noises
Noises
Noises will destroy me.
Noises ...

Why not join some junky jewelswho wreck the clines on canvas fools
Who take the vapours from the mind. neo nothing. shallow kind.
A ritzy nazi owns the gamehe plays at God but that was fame
And music masturbates his mindand stones get rolled up in the slime
A new york butch becomes a blondwhile changing gears while from beyond
Agree to consecrate the music makers have gotta take
Owls with trowels as big as spadesdig down among those sequined graves.
Work out their agesturn the pagescaught in cageslocked in ages
Media momentawho can prevent her.

Noisesnoisesnoisesnoises

Did you find a certain streetthey’re looking for thoughtless thoughts to preach
The streetthe streetthey’re not your drainwhile waiting in the pouring rain
For your old lady out of workbrought the babybet your shirt
Waiting for godot did itthen what’s happening the other end - rewards
And gallant knights with blunted swords
Locked away in isolationtrying to figure out why they wanna die
And that’s the state of the nation.

Noises
Noises
Noises
Noisesohohoh.
I love noises!




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