Capsule
from Culture of Self by Dan Jacob Wallace
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lyrics
i’m just as scared as you are, almost as bold
twice as cold, we’ll melt together
one and one make twenty-million lifetimes
stretched out like a smile year to year
unleery leers become a circle, how’s it feel now?
how’s it feel? there’s no room left to share between us!
how’s it feel now? how’s it feel now?
no room left for air between us! oh, it feels right
there are impulses all around us, laughter and waves
of hazy days, we’ll build a capsule:
glass and plastic, clasped elastic
spastic and fecklessly we’ll go in this dome
till we roll into a pinhole, how’s it feel now?
how’s it feel? there’s no room left for air between us!
how’s it feel now? how’s it feel now?
no room left to spare between us! oh, it feels right
living in a dusty image
with a tree whose limbs are endless
in a meadow like a snow globe
nine dimensions are all we know, oh…
how’s it feel now? how’s it feel now?
no room left for breath between us! how’s it feel now?
how’s it feel? there’s no room left for flesh between us!
oh, it feels right, it is right
living in a dusty image
with a tree whose limbs are endless
in a meadow like a snow globe
nine dimensions are all we know, oh…
twice as cold, we’ll melt together
one and one make twenty-million lifetimes
stretched out like a smile year to year
unleery leers become a circle, how’s it feel now?
how’s it feel? there’s no room left to share between us!
how’s it feel now? how’s it feel now?
no room left for air between us! oh, it feels right
there are impulses all around us, laughter and waves
of hazy days, we’ll build a capsule:
glass and plastic, clasped elastic
spastic and fecklessly we’ll go in this dome
till we roll into a pinhole, how’s it feel now?
how’s it feel? there’s no room left for air between us!
how’s it feel now? how’s it feel now?
no room left to spare between us! oh, it feels right
living in a dusty image
with a tree whose limbs are endless
in a meadow like a snow globe
nine dimensions are all we know, oh…
how’s it feel now? how’s it feel now?
no room left for breath between us! how’s it feel now?
how’s it feel? there’s no room left for flesh between us!
oh, it feels right, it is right
living in a dusty image
with a tree whose limbs are endless
in a meadow like a snow globe
nine dimensions are all we know, oh…
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from Culture of Self,
released June 10, 2007
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Dan Jacob Wallace Chicago, Illinois
composer, songwriter, (sometimes) guitarist
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