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SLOW SUITE: I. Grey?

in Bb Major  

By Doug Rausch   

4/4    ♩= 76

   

Tonight in bed I feel it’s all been done before 
The barren trees are gone there’s new ones at the door 
Plant them give them sunlight and then they’ll grow 
Into familiar entities just like the ones you used to know 

Start the pattern over, when they spit on you you’ll know the game 
Punch the time clock of life, absorb events that end the same 
 

Time… inaccessible 
Catastrophe… inevitable 
Peace of mind comes at a price 
But u can do it work hard save up roll the dice 

Although we feel we know the deal we need to know we’ll never know 
Straight through until the end we can’t be sure how things might go 

 

Maybe it’s not all black and white 
There’s nothing we need to do tonight 
We live our lives through strings of choice 
Would you like them to hear your voice?
 

 

Now I see it on your face 
Everything’s the same still maybe there’s a better place 
Get up and start moving all the paths are old 
None of them are new but maybe there’s a hidden one of gold 

Caught up in the moment there’s a lot of laundry to hang about 
But as observer only YOU’LL be able to hear you screamin out

 

Maybe it’s not all black and white  
There’s nothing we need to do tonight  
We live our lives through strings of choice  
Would you like them to hear your voice?