Whispers: unspoken, unspoken
Chorus (2X):
those who listen
always hear what's beneath
the spoken word
because the truth lies
in the unspoken
Verse 1:
if you looked at me
you
whether or not I would yell
if you told a sick joke
and even if I spoke
I could conceal the depths of my obsession
the weight of my convictions
the extent of my compa**ion
in cultured tones and measured inaction
so by deduction
you
that I
been held to ransom by lust
and wondered before how long my life will last
so I
and tell you before you ask
Chorus (2X):
those who listen
always hear what's beneath
the spoken word
because the truth lies
in the unspoken
Verse 2:
and that's why I don
I slave for resonance
amplification of sounds
by sympathetic vibrations
within the bone structure
of the nose, mouth and pharynx
so as my mind thinks
sympathetic humans tune
in and soon
understanding resonates
captivates, elevates, educates, liberates
cultivates love deep enough to drown prejudice
forget this liquorice sweet mockery
word trickery the world teaches
for the eyes are more eloquent
than the dictionaries of missionaries
Chorus (2X):
those who listen
always hear what's beneath
the spoken word
because the truth lies
in the unspoken
Refrain:
resonance like a baby
the wordless potency of plantation songs
the painful urgency of village gongs
morning
the indescribable pa**ion of body sounds
tropical rain
breathing
guitar strings and heartbeats
sax sighs, hand claps, drum/beats
xylophonic orchestrations and beat boxes
sound produced by bodies vibrating in resonance
with a neighbouring source of sound
I strive for resonance because I
that reason is often in words drowned
and language is useless without the patience to listen
patience is understanding
patience is silence
silence is language
Chorus (repeat till fade):
those who listen
always hear what's beneath
the spoken word
because the truth lies
in the unspoken
because the truth lies
in the unspoken