Ed's Song
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Direct to tape
Everything is heard
"Is it really so obvious?"
"Why is she here?"
"How much do you want?
I'll write the check right now"

I am
The watchful eye
And I sleep
Wide open

        (it's a traffic jam
        from the 10 all the way to the 60
        the cars pile up 
        and the bodies in them stare ahead
        listlessly
        there's a gas station on 44th and ...
        nobody knows)

"So this is how you treat me?
After all that's been done?"
"I can't take it anymore,
Can't you see?"
And then sudden wash of confusion
Confronted in the mirror

Sensory
Overload
Hear my thoughts
Unraveling

        (... stocks rise and fall
        inflation shrinks and grows
        ... bubbles burst
        people sleeping on concrete pillows.
        fuck it up, jack)

He confronted the wall
Though it withstood the onslaught
And as anger turned to awareness
And awareness to shame
He gathered his things
He left in a hurry

Break the glass
    Break the glass
        Break the glass
            Break the glass


This room is defined
By its lack of contour
And this bliss is defined
By its lack of sound
And yet in the silence,
The footsteps echo, and echo, and echo…


        Divorced from grid, and
        Buried implants
        In the end
        I can hear all of you!
        I can still see all of you!