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Dar Williams
Dar Williams
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Gary Louris
Gary Louris
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Dar Williams
Dar Williams
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Dar Williams
Dar Williams
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Gary Louris
Gary Louris
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I don't go to therapy to find out if I'm a freak, I go and I find the one and only answer every week. And it's just me, and all the memories that follow Down any course that fits within a fifty mintue hour. And we fathom all the mysteries explicite and inherant, When I hit a rut she says to try the other parent. And she's so kind, I think she wants to tell me something, But she knows that it's much better if I get it for myself, And she says, "Ooh, oh, what do you hear in these sounds?" And, "Ooh, oh, what do you hear in these sounds?" I say, "I hear a doubt, With a voice of true believing, And the promises to stay, And the footsteps that are leaving." And she says, "Oh!" I say, "What?" She says, "Exactly." I say, "What? You think I'm angry? Does that mean you think I'm angry?" She says, "Look, You come here every week, With jigsaw pieces of your past. It's all on little soundbites and voices out of photographs, And that's all yours, That's the guide, that's the map. So, tell me, where does the arrow point to? Who invented roses?" And "Ooh, oh, what do you hear in these sounds?" And "Ooh, oh, what do you hear in these sounds?" And when I talk about therapy, I know what people think, That it only makes you selfish and in love with your shrink. But, oh, how I loved everybody else, When I finally got to talk so much about myself. And I wake up, And I ask myself what state I'm in. And I say, "Well, I'm lucky, Because I am like East Berlin. I have this wall, And all I knew of the free world, Was that I could see their fireworks, And I could hear their radio." And I thought that if we met I would only start confessing, And they'd know that I was scared, They would know that I was guessing. But the wall came down, And there they stood before me, With their stumbling, And their mumbling, And their calling out just like me. And ooh, oh, the stories that nobody hears. And I collect these sounds in my ears. And ooh, oh, that's what I hear in these sounds. And ooh, oh, that's what I hear in these sounds. That's what I hear in these sounds.
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