Week 45 - Pile Of Atoms
Channel: Ardie Collins
Date: 09/11/2014

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There's a limit to the plain old drone
a little bit of human touch 
And I was never really rock and roll
Even though I want it so damn much 
Me, I'll sing about the good old days
I'll find myself the words that fit 
And I'll make them bloom inside your heart 
Yeah, I'll really make a meal of it
Don't let it make your head sink low
It happens to the best of us 
And the way that time moves fast and slow 
Happens to the rest of us 
And nothing makes up most of space
And I'm a pile of atoms with a soul 
And you can make a hopeless face
Or you can fill the world with hope 

And things can grow in the darkest places starved of light 
And unbeknownst to me I could be satisfied 
Even though I must've known it my whole life 
I hid 
I hid it well, I hid it in plain sight

I've been thinking 'bout the words I choose
I've been thinking that this thought has leaks 
I've been thinking I might think too much
I've been thinking that for this past week 
But none of that is even true
Which must mean that it's all a lie 
I really don't think much at all 
I hardly have the nerve to try 
And there's groaners in the next debate
And they'll point at anything they see 
And they'll call it all a call to arms
As if they're in the Cavalry 
Join them if you feel displaced
Join them if you feel undone 
If your conscience has been all used up 
You can always get another one 

And things can grow... 

Golden light fills this 
Past of mine swells it 
Twice its size 
Never cold 
Never cold