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“No Words” Capo 1 Em Am G D7 Spoken: the computational theory of mind states that thoughts are just data, sent and received and if the mind is a machine who can say, what does any of it mean? [Pre-Chorus]
if I could Emget it down on paper we could Amtry to decode but IG’m composed to concepts and thouD7ghts that don’t flow if you could lEmook in my eyes, see what I’m thAminking you’d know that the wordGs are there, I sweD7ar
[Verse 1]
but they’re sEmhapes and sounds and coAmlors in the sunrise, they’re a hGaze that doesn’t translaD7te “stop stalEmling, spit it out!” it’s on the tiAmp of my tongue if onGly I could articulD7ate
there’s someEmthing to be said for “some pAmeace of mind” but I’m wGay past that now unless the stD7ars align it’s like the mEmore I try to focus the lAmess I can see is it my haGrdware that’s damaged? is something D7wrong with me?
[Pre-Chorus]
if I could Emget it down on paper we could Amtry to decode but IG’m composed to concepts and thouD7ghts that don’t flow if you could lEmook in my eyes, see what I’m thAminking you’d know that the wordGs are there, I sweD7ar
[Chorus]
and I Emhave to be a living thinking beAming, I have to be but the mGusic in my mind is so alD7ien to me it makes meEmaning so coherent in a lanAmguage I don’t speak but the wGords are there, I sweaD7r I get anEmgry sometimes when it’s bad,Am late at night when the deGmons decide they’re gonnaD7 put up a fight when the Emwhite noise is stifling any tAmhought I thought I had the wGords were there, I D7swear
[Verse 2]
I’m alEmready foggy, guess i’ll drown iAmt in smoke I tell you G“I’m not an addict I’m juD7st trying to cope” but coEmping isn’t calming I’m so fuckiAmng high strung I just wannGa take it easy but my minD7d’a gotta run
i’d loEmve to say “no worries” but I’m Amhigh and alone and I haGven’t got the words i need to piD7ck up the phone I guEmess I’ll be okay if I can staAmll the defeat for now my Gfingers work the strings and I’m still kD7eeping a beat
[Pre-Chorus]
if I could Emget it down on paper we could Amtry to decode but IG’m composed to concepts and thouD7ghts that don’t flow if you could lEmook in my eyes, see what I’m thAminking you’d know that the wordGs are there, I sweD7ar
[Chorus 2]
and I Emhave to be a living thinking beAming, I have to be but the mGusic in my mind is stillD7 alien to me it writes vEmerses out poetic in a codeAm that I can't read but the wGords are there, I sweaD7r I get nuEmmber sometimes when it’s badAm, late at night when the deGmons decide that I'm wronD7g and they're right when the Emststic is stifling I want onlAmy to scream but tGhe words are there,D7 I swear
[Verse]
but they’re sEmhapes and sounds and coAmlors in the sunrise, they’re a hGaze that doesn’t translaD7te “stop stalEmling, spit it out!” it’s on the tiAmp of my tongue if onGly I could articulD7ate
[Pre-Chorus 2]
if I could Emget it down on paper we could Amtry to decode but IG’m composed to theories and thouD7ghts that don’t flow if you'd see iEmnto my mind, to what I'm thinkiAmng you’d know that the wordGs are there, I sweD7ar
Spoken: (chords repeat) but meaning is subjective, it’s just processing thought. just input and output, neurons firing shot the words are there, I swear but if nothing has a meaning maybe everything does, maybe we all like to label everything just because it’s easier to deal with in semantics we know, without the comfort of language thoughts are white noise and snow. and without labels there’s way too much for our words to define, it’s all feelings and data untethered to time... the words are there, I swear. [Pre-Chorus 2]
if I could Emget it down on paper we could Amtry to decode but IG’m composed to theories and thouD7ghts that don’t flow if you'd see iEmnto my mind, to what I'm thinkiAmng you’d know that the wordGs are there, I sweD7ar
the words are there, I swear