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The number one comes after the nothing.
What if the music covered nothing?
You measure the lines, count the beats,
loop the breaks, break the loops
over the nothing. You need that for the notes.
In order for the notes to be played,
the flows to escape. I’ll throw to you,
I’ll throw to you, Un coup de dés.
If this is truth then, I’ll doubt it
You’ll miss the space between tracks,
you’ll miss the gaps in my seamless skirt.
Rattle of rain, whistle of wind through cracks
My soundtrack, our pertinent facts
Now numbers burn the world.
The sound of the morning garden has gone
The sound of the morning garden will come back.
Tell me, tell me, tell me do
What kind of nothing is that?