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Returning
to the Fetal Position
(Nutra Stick Productions, 1999)
The
Naked Man's Lament: The story of M. Edwards
I'm wasting sound waves on a bunch of ordered notes
I'm wasting time of people to whom it doesn't mean a thing
And I would like to say that I'm very sorry
And I would do something else, but I cannot do anything
She opened a box
And gave all troubles to this flat old world
And I wrote a song, but it was nothing that you haven't heard
And no one is hearing the naked man's lament
Because he has shown everything and he can't take it back now
And who would accept anyone's apology
After seeing where to shoot Achilles with the arrow
I was trapped in the river Styx
I had no gold coin under my tongue
You ask me what I mean by this
The meaning's up to everyone
I poured out the notes
And tried to give them to this flat old world
It was meaningless
People turned their ears, not a thing was turned
words and music © 1999 Jeremy Mathews
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