Flashbulb Memory - Not Some Phony Symphony lyrics

Twangy sounds from walkmans shoot high-- Drum beats, distortions rule lives Broken string veins to halfstack hearts and heart beats the rhythm Words strung to chordsput meaning to noise. The music in me/is the music in you Table top drum beats, my house, late night-- can?t even k** the ringing in my ear I have become comfortably numb. Don?t throw me a rope, I?m happy where I am It?s a four track to our lives 1)beauty 2)pa**ion 3)friends 4)rock It?s the things that make things worthwhile Coffee mug symphonies/24 hour memories When the whole world is a distraction--output melody Will this be a radio hit? If the story of our lives was a song, would it be some phony symphony of catch phrases and hooks, or whether ?tis nobler to capitalize on the more operatic tendencies of life? Our words become notes and our thoughts become chords, snaps, claps and each event, each change of scene indicated by the blink of an eye-- its own hymn in time with the sporadic rhythm of the blood that pumps through our bodies when we can only dance