Exulansis
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Lyrics:
Words of enthusiasm Roll off my tongue Seeing their eyes Full of boredom Making an effort To make it intriguing While watching their hands Continue their fighting Resisting the urge To come between To find a way Out of this colloquy what a beautiful waste of space this noise has become we carried it as far as this could possibly have gone Acceptance a crumpled letter with countless stains painting the words, Taken out annually. clutched in trembling hands Exulansis A coded letter that only one can read That only one can relate And add to the memories. A whole chat Taking place right in front of me And yet they still nod To make me feel interesting I realize their goal And quickly give up My final sentence Acceptance a crumpled letter with countless stains painting the words, Taken out annually. clutched in trembling hands Exulansis A coded letter that only one can read That only one can relate And add to the memories. There are memories Tucked up safe in a wooden box Every so often you get them out And together we dust them off None are that remarkable Not grand or big or bright But all of them are special Each in their own right what a beautiful waste of space this noise has become We carried it as far as this could possibly have gone Ex-u-lansis Ex-u-lansis Ex-u-lansis Ex-u-lansis (what a beautiful waste) Ex-u-lansis (of space this noise has become) Ex-u-lansis (we carried it as far) Ex-u-lansis (as this could possibly have gone) Ex-u-lansis (what a beautiful waste) Ex-u-lansis (of space this noise has become) Ex-u-lansis (we carried it as far) Ex-u-lansis (as this could possibly have gone) Ex-u-lansis Acceptance a crumpled letter with countless stains painting the words, Taken out annually. clutched in trembling hands Exulansis A coded letter that only one can read That only one can relate And add to the memories.
Story:
As the writer of this song, I wanted to capture the feeling of speaking to someone who is not interested in what you have to say. The first stanza describes how the speaker is trying to make their words sound interesting, but the other person is clearly bored and distracted. The metaphor of "watching their hands continue their fighting" is a powerful one, as it suggests that the other person is more interested in their own thoughts and feelings than in what the speaker is saying. The second stanza is about the feeling of being alone in a crowded room. The speaker realizes that the other people in the conversation are only nodding to make them feel interesting, and that their goal is not to engage with the speaker, but simply to be polite. The metaphor of the "crumpled letter with countless stains" is a powerful one, as it suggests that the speaker's words are not being heard or appreciated. The third stanza is about the power of memory and the importance of cherishing even the small moments in life. The metaphor of the "wooden box" is a powerful one, as it suggests that memories are precious and should be treasured. The repetition of the chorus emphasizes the idea that this conversation is a waste of time and that the speaker should move on. Overall, I hope that this song will resonate with people who have experienced the frustration of trying to communicate with someone who is not interested in what they have to say.
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