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letra de the illusion of movement - a loud heart

[verse 1 – guante]
past the last exit
pedal to the floor, no radio
thoughts, and surround sound, stereo blasting with
two bars, and his head ain’t right
so revise, rewrite, and remember her reaction
to the first song written, where she was the subject
and how her face turned red like the sunset
in his rearview, as he hits the interstate
listenin’ to art that is life imitates art imitates life imitates art
sometimes it’s hard
to tell where one ends and the other starts
especially when you’re an artist
and you know words fall short, but you’re still using them, regardless
yo, he writes the verses in head
spits ’em to the wind over and over again
with, no beat, half a hook written to it
now he only hopes that she’ll listen to it, even though

[hook – claire taubenhaus]
halfway is as far as he can get
deep down he knows
but he’s still got his hands on the wheel
foot, on the accelerator, eyes on the road
halfway is as far as he can get
deep down he knows
but he’s still got his hands on the wheel
foot, on the accelerator, eyes on the road

[verse 2]
he was an amateur philosopher and part-time mc
she liked to do like the dew on the leaves that
shimmer in the sunrise every sat-rday
it should’ve come as no surprise that she’d eventually evaporate
he didn’t know what to make of her at first
then bit by bit by accident he starting painting her in verse
see, she’d appear in the margins of notebook
in between lines of poetry and logic formulas
and when they started to get close enough
see the sparks flew
and for the first time they both opened up
philosophy and poetry and music spittin’ out
in the gr-ss at the park
where they’d laugh after dark
just to soak in the moonlight and bask in the stars
he shakes his head and he’s back in his car
freestylin’ out loud, to keep from cryin’
doin’ 95 halfway to the horizon, even though

[verse 3 – guante]
she couldn’t understand the paradox
when he attempted to explain it that day
that between every point a and every point b
is an infinite series of halfways
and mathematically all movement is just an illusion
she knew it wasn’t true, though, and she said that she could prove it
she moved in
closed her eyes and they kissed
the uniformity of nature crumbled in between their lips
and he knew it wasn’t possible, it couldn’t exist
but preferred reality like this
and when she left
he didn’t know what was real or true
all he knew was what he had to do
so, he’ll pretend that the smile on her lips exists
and seem to make some sense from this darkness
imagine seeing her from across infinity
and dream of moving toward her regardless, even though

- a loud heart

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