168. The Bones
from lara's hype eng
168. The Bones from lara's hype eng vol. K. Web player, likes, and session sync: https://lare.m-d-r-n.com/play/168 Telegram post: https://telegram.me/lara_just_in_case/260 Lyrics: [Verse 1] Drum hits the march, the trumpet plays the call, The bones come tumbling out — words, phrases, all. A dictionary of ancient geography, Some adjectives, a heap of ready speech. [Chorus] At first glance — no worse than a middling mind, But read it carefully and you'll find Bombast, borrowed thought, borrowed feeling in a row — The machine didn't lie, but it doesn't know. [Verse 2] I wanted to break it, to prove the thing would fail, I asked it for my hometown, a place beyond the pale Of any polar archive, unseen, unheard — Half an hour later: a fairly detailed word. [Chorus] At first glance — no worse than a middling mind, But read it carefully and you'll find Bombast, borrowed thought, borrowed feeling in a row — The machine didn't lie, but it doesn't know. [Bridge] Two hundred years — same box, same spring, same drum, Same march, same city, same result to come. We still read carefully. We still can tell. [Outro] The bones keep falling. We're still reading. The bones keep falling. We still can tell.
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