The night, a child, eager
to eat the very flesh of your wounds
but to fight the fever
you drink that golden neck
of icy rounded gloom
you're sitting at the old slaloom
for such a shame and pitifull crowd
they're standing by as you're sitting by
no one to cheer for or to blame!
"oh shall we pay'ya little round today
of this fine scalding golden brew we've bought"
And now it's time to pay your round today...
of this fine scalding morning brew we've got!"
but listen now, all have changed
i dont want to be friend of you people anyway
a new wave of thoughts its closing in
as i lay my feet on the ceiling's arrays
so i came up here and im shouting loud
how awesome would be if all you would please
do as i say, keep it straight
continuous-time, shifte, overlaped, blending awesome
Convolution!
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