It was anything but hear the voice

He’s keeping busy, yeah, he’s bleeding stones,
with his machinations and his palindromes
it was anything but hear the voice,
anything but hear the voice… it was anything but hear the voice that says that we’re all basically alone.

Poor Professor Pynchon, had only good intentions when he
put his Bunsen burners all away
and turning to a playground in a Petri dish
where single cells would swing their fists at anything that looks like easy prey.

In this nature show that rages every day
it was then he heard his intuition say
We were all basically alone


And despite what all his studies had shown
that what’s mistaken for closeness is just a case of mitosis,
sure fatal doses of malcontent through osmosis,
and why do some show no mercy while others are painfully shy?
Tell me doctor, can you quantify
the reason why?

[Andrew Bird, 2007]

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