Smells Like Content Lyrics

Song	Smells Like Content
Artist	The Books
Album	Lost and Safe
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	作曲 : Books
	Balance, repetition,
	composition, mirrors.
	most of all the world is a place
	where parts of wholes are described
	within an overarching paradigm of clarity,
	and accuracy,
	the context of which makes possible
	an underlying sense of the way it all fits together
	despite our collective tendency not to conceive of it as such.
	but then again, the world without end
	is a place where souls are combined,
	but with an overbearing feeling of disparity,
	disorderliness,
	to ignore it is impossible
	without getting oneself
	into all kinds of trouble
	despite one's best intentions
	not to get entangled
	with it so much.
	and meanwhile the statues are bleeding green,
	and others are saying things
	much better than we ever could,
	as the quiet become suddenly verbose.
	and the hail is heralding the size of nickels,
	and the street corners are gnashing together
	like the gears inside the head
	of some omniscient engineer,
	and downward flows the garnered wisdom
	that has never died.
	when finally we opened the box
	we couldn't find any rules.
	our heads were reeling with a glut of possibilities,
	contingencies,
	but with ever increasing faith
	we decided to go ahead and just ignore them
	despite tremendous pressure
	to capitulate and fade.
	so instead we went ahead
	to fabricate a catalog
	of unstable elements, and modicums,
	and particles
	with non-zero total strangeness
	for brief moments which amount
	to nothing more than tiny fragments
	of a finger snap.
	and meanwhile we're furiously sleeping green,
	and the map has started tearing along its
	creases due to overuse,
	when, in reality, it's never needed folds.
	and the air's withholding the sound
	of a twelve-string,
	and our heads are approaching a density
	reminiscent of the infinite connectivity
	of the center of the sun,
	and therein lies the garnered wisdom
	that has never died.
	Expectation leads to disappointment.
	If you don't expect something big,
	huge and exciting,
	usually uh, I don't know,
	it's just not as, yeah.

	zuo qu : Books
	Balance, repetition,
	composition, mirrors.
	most of all the world is a place
	where parts of wholes are described
	within an overarching paradigm of clarity,
	and accuracy,
	the context of which makes possible
	an underlying sense of the way it all fits together
	despite our collective tendency not to conceive of it as such.
	but then again, the world without end
	is a place where souls are combined,
	but with an overbearing feeling of disparity,
	disorderliness,
	to ignore it is impossible
	without getting oneself
	into all kinds of trouble
	despite one' s best intentions
	not to get entangled
	with it so much.
	and meanwhile the statues are bleeding green,
	and others are saying things
	much better than we ever could,
	as the quiet become suddenly verbose.
	and the hail is heralding the size of nickels,
	and the street corners are gnashing together
	like the gears inside the head
	of some omniscient engineer,
	and downward flows the garnered wisdom
	that has never died.
	when finally we opened the box
	we couldn' t find any rules.
	our heads were reeling with a glut of possibilities,
	contingencies,
	but with ever increasing faith
	we decided to go ahead and just ignore them
	despite tremendous pressure
	to capitulate and fade.
	so instead we went ahead
	to fabricate a catalog
	of unstable elements, and modicums,
	and particles
	with nonzero total strangeness
	for brief moments which amount
	to nothing more than tiny fragments
	of a finger snap.
	and meanwhile we' re furiously sleeping green,
	and the map has started tearing along its
	creases due to overuse,
	when, in reality, it' s never needed folds.
	and the air' s withholding the sound
	of a twelvestring,
	and our heads are approaching a density
	reminiscent of the infinite connectivity
	of the center of the sun,
	and therein lies the garnered wisdom
	that has never died.
	Expectation leads to disappointment.
	If you don' t expect something big,
	huge and exciting,
	usually uh, I don' t know,
	it' s just not as, yeah.

	zuò qǔ : Books
	Balance, repetition,
	composition, mirrors.
	most of all the world is a place
	where parts of wholes are described
	within an overarching paradigm of clarity,
	and accuracy,
	the context of which makes possible
	an underlying sense of the way it all fits together
	despite our collective tendency not to conceive of it as such.
	but then again, the world without end
	is a place where souls are combined,
	but with an overbearing feeling of disparity,
	disorderliness,
	to ignore it is impossible
	without getting oneself
	into all kinds of trouble
	despite one' s best intentions
	not to get entangled
	with it so much.
	and meanwhile the statues are bleeding green,
	and others are saying things
	much better than we ever could,
	as the quiet become suddenly verbose.
	and the hail is heralding the size of nickels,
	and the street corners are gnashing together
	like the gears inside the head
	of some omniscient engineer,
	and downward flows the garnered wisdom
	that has never died.
	when finally we opened the box
	we couldn' t find any rules.
	our heads were reeling with a glut of possibilities,
	contingencies,
	but with ever increasing faith
	we decided to go ahead and just ignore them
	despite tremendous pressure
	to capitulate and fade.
	so instead we went ahead
	to fabricate a catalog
	of unstable elements, and modicums,
	and particles
	with nonzero total strangeness
	for brief moments which amount
	to nothing more than tiny fragments
	of a finger snap.
	and meanwhile we' re furiously sleeping green,
	and the map has started tearing along its
	creases due to overuse,
	when, in reality, it' s never needed folds.
	and the air' s withholding the sound
	of a twelvestring,
	and our heads are approaching a density
	reminiscent of the infinite connectivity
	of the center of the sun,
	and therein lies the garnered wisdom
	that has never died.
	Expectation leads to disappointment.
	If you don' t expect something big,
	huge and exciting,
	usually uh, I don' t know,
	it' s just not as, yeah.

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