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These are LeiKarin's notes on Shut Up by Savages.

[1]

Too many to convince
Too many to hire
And nothing you ever own
The world's a dead sorry hole
And I'm cold, and I'm cold
And I'm cold, and I'm stubborn

I'm sick and keep it open wide
And speaking words to the blind


Speaking words to the blind
Speaking words, oh

And the soul of the pure
And the eyes of the lover
And the one who truly saw your soul
And the one who truly saw your soul

I'm the one, who truly saw your soul
I'm the one, who truly saw your soul

And if you tell me to shut up
I would tell you to shut it
Did you tell me to shut up?
Oh if you tell me to shut it
I'll shut it now

Young, just born
Fragile and trembling soul
You hold it to the light
That pours down the moon at night
You kept on holding it
You kept on holding it
It was a dangerous thing to do

But you did it when no one knew
When the eyes were closed
And the people were asleep

Not an animal
Not a human
Not a soul
Not a soul


And if you tell me to shut up
I would tell you to shut it
Did you tell me to shut up?
Oh if you tell me to shut it
I'll shut it now

I am a breaker of ocean
Leaden like a bullet to the sun
I am a breaker of ocean
Leaden like a bullet to the sun, to the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun, to the sun, to the sun, to the sun, to the sun
I am a breaker of ocean
Leaden like a bullet to the sun
I am a breaker of ocean
Leaden like a bullet to the sun, to the sun, to the sun
To the sun, to the sun, to the sun, to the sun, to the sun

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The world used to be silent Now it has too many voices And the noises are constant distraction

They multiply, intensify They will divert your attention from what's convenient And forget to tell you about yourself

We live in an age of many stimulations If you are focused, you are harder to reach If you are distracted, you are available

You are distracted, you are available You want flattery Always looking to where it's at You want to take part in everything And everything to be a part of you

Your head is spinning faster at the end of your spine Until you have no face at all And yet if the world would shut up, even for a while

Perhaps we will start hearing the distant rhythm Of an angry young tune And recompose ourselves Perhaps having deconstructed everything

We should be thinking about putting everything back together

Silence yourself!

[2] a a, o, oooo