Titel 11111:ONE BEAT
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I'm a bubble in a sound wave
A sonic push for energy
Exploding like the sun
A flash of clean light hope
All you scientists can hold your breath
Shall I decide to show myself? Oh oh
take me to the source of chaos let me be the butterfly
imperfect symmetry has underlying poetry and rhyme
If you think like Thomas Edison
Could you invent a world for me
Now all that's on the surface
Are bloody arms and oil fields
Could I turn this place upside down
And shake you and your fossils out? Oh oh
you can't predict everything with Newton like certainty, why?
'cause it floats around all we see with oscillating energy on high
and you soothe yourself with a sound you know
you tune out the hypnotic drone
perfect hexagon of the honeycomb
and you soothe yourself with the shapes you know
Should I come outside and run your cars
Should I run your rockets to the stars
Could you invent a world for me
I need to hear a symphony
If I'm to run the future
You've got to let the old world go Oh oh
take me to the source of chaos let me be the butterfly
imperfect symmetry has underlying poetry and rhyme
and you soothe yourself with a sound you know
you tune out the hypnotic drone
perfect hexagon of the honeycomb
and you soothe yourself with the shapes you know
Your word for me is fusion
But is real change an illusion
Could I turn this place all upside down
And shake you and your fossils out
If I'm to run the future
You've got to let the old world go
Could you invent a world for me
I need to hear a symphony Oh oh
you can't predict everything with Newton like certainty, why?
'cause it floats around all we see with oscillating energy on high
-sleater-kinney-
I'm a bubble in a sound wave
A sonic push for energy
Exploding like the sun
A flash of clean light hope
All you scientists can hold your breath
Shall I decide to show myself? Oh oh
take me to the source of chaos let me be the butterfly
imperfect symmetry has underlying poetry and rhyme
If you think like Thomas Edison
Could you invent a world for me
Now all that's on the surface
Are bloody arms and oil fields
Could I turn this place upside down
And shake you and your fossils out? Oh oh
you can't predict everything with Newton like certainty, why?
'cause it floats around all we see with oscillating energy on high
and you soothe yourself with a sound you know
you tune out the hypnotic drone
perfect hexagon of the honeycomb
and you soothe yourself with the shapes you know
Should I come outside and run your cars
Should I run your rockets to the stars
Could you invent a world for me
I need to hear a symphony
If I'm to run the future
You've got to let the old world go Oh oh
take me to the source of chaos let me be the butterfly
imperfect symmetry has underlying poetry and rhyme
and you soothe yourself with a sound you know
you tune out the hypnotic drone
perfect hexagon of the honeycomb
and you soothe yourself with the shapes you know
Your word for me is fusion
But is real change an illusion
Could I turn this place all upside down
And shake you and your fossils out
If I'm to run the future
You've got to let the old world go
Could you invent a world for me
I need to hear a symphony Oh oh
you can't predict everything with Newton like certainty, why?
'cause it floats around all we see with oscillating energy on high
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