Elemental Usage of Word

bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
the rhythmic ticking plays over and over
heads nod along too lost in the mere concept
to inherit any sense left to be made
the sonic intelligence left behind
lying in waste with piles of senseless phrases
over the heads
overshot the runway of the brain
once thought to be a seamless transmission
now a scene of little worth it seems

bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
awake like the sun at dawn
a newborn cries upon a mother's first words
spoken but never understood
quite like they're heard
no not meaningless
something said of relevance we thought
until we nodded our heads and went with the crowd
something said of relevance sought
until we couldn't understand the crowd
something said for that time
something said nothing for sure

hold still the tyrannosaurus will catch up to you
hold still child the world won't wait for you
I can only say this one word at a time
LOUD AND CLEAR
HOLD STILL THE WORLD DOESN'T WANNA WAIT FOR YOU

bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
I once wanted today 20 years ago
I wanted to read about this day
if this is the future am I glad
I never waited to put anything into it
I want my money back the stranger says
I WANT MY MONEY BACK the stranger says
he's no more mentally ill than you or I
he's no better off than you or I
he can read all right
but he should've seen the writing on the wall
placing all his hope in tomorrow
while forgetting about yesterday and today

hold still the 747 will catch up to you
hold still child the world won't wait for you
I can only say this one word at a time
LOUDER THAN CLEARER, APPARENTLY
HOLD STILL THE WORLD DOESN'T WANNA WAIT FOR YOU

...shave and a haircut, two bits...
dum da dum dum...da da dum dum daaa...

there was once one thing left to say
until somebody said it
and someone else felt they could do better
nothing mocked in song
nothing frolicked in the pages of the papers
editorials left open or one-sided
the kamikaze-like death sentence of thought
the last rites of literature
midnight of reading and the wait for rebirth
I suppose
waiting for the fundamentally sound
waiting to come around
lost in its own twist of technological advances
the english language limps through another century
all I can do is wave
while hanging up the featherpen
soaked in my glory
having my word at the end of the day
speaking my peace
as the history of it all flatlines

bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bummmmmmm

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