Will Wood - White noise

^GBeiges and browns, off-whites and grayscales, ^FFluorescent lights to shine on the eggshell g^Cround. Now you're lying face d^Gown, You blend into the backgr^Found, Of white n^Coise. ^F

^G4/4 and Dorian, wrote 'em for ignoring 'em, yeah It s^Forta sounds like a retro top 40 but wr^Cong. You're not meant to sing al^Gong, It isn't that kind of s^Fong, It's white n^Coise. ^F

But.^Dm.. if you listen c^G7losely I sw^Dmear, To God, I sw^G7ear. ^Dm You can hear the ocean if you G7* Hold it up to your ear, here

^CWhite n^Foise... (Listen close between the wa^Cves.) White n^Foise... (You can hear the ocean through your w^Cake.) White n^Foise... (Listen close between the wa^Cves.) F F* N.C. White noise...

^CHow many times has this happened to you? ^FYou go to take out the laundry, and you drop it, ^Cand it falls into a black hole. ^FHow many times has this happened to you? ^CYou're straining your pasta, and y^Four eyeballs fall out into it? ^CHow many times has this happened to you? ^FThere's a cat, and it wo^Cn't tell you its name. ^FYou don't recognize the cat, it's not your cat^C. You don't have a cat. But ^Fit's here, and it won't tell you what you need to know, t^Co properly assess the situation. ^F'Cause the cat is much larger than any cat you've seen bef^Core. It's a bear. ^F How many times has this happened to you^C? You die.^F And then are reborn again, ^Cinto that mind of a grasshopper^F Where you die once more, ^Cand are reborn again, into ^Fthe mind of your mom. ^CHow many times has this happened to you? ^F

N.C.

Check one, two. Check check one, two. ^CIt's high-fidelity, lossless quality. ^FIt's MP, one, two, three, four, five, F-L-A-C. ^CIt's polyphonic, the new Philharmonic, With a J^Fuilliard doctorate, live from the Metropolitan. ^CIt's theoretically dense, it's impressive. ^FIt's microtonal, and it challenges Western ^Cnotions of art, it's post-avant-garde. ^FIt's going places 'cause it comes from the heart. And ^Cit's personality's a lack of identity, ^FIt makes no statement, but does so quite loudly. ^CIt's an aesthetic, I mean, an anesthetic. And i^Ft's an experience for your seventh sense, yes. ^CDoes it cure cancer? (

N.C.

Yes, it cures cancer!) Wow! I^Ft begs the question just to tell you the answer. ^CDo you believe in the power of silence? Well, if y^Fou walk the walk, can you talk more-

N.C.

(Shh!) Quiet.

^CWhite n^Foise... Listen close between the wa^Cves. White n^Foise... ^C White n^Foise... Listen close between the wa^Cves. White n^Foise..

N.C.

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^GTry to make room in your skull, but it's full of them. ^FAll of the things that you think and then think about th^Cinking. I know it's h^Gard. But they're not who you a^Fre, They're white n^Coise.