MBStudio91 computer programming & keyboards Magilla guitar Trapparappa bass & drum, Trooper keyb and voice 

The dial is turned to off on the static and the chat
I leave the velvet night to settle where I sat
The gossip and the gloss, the complicated smiles
I’ve traded all their noise for these electric miles
A solitary man, behind a keyboard's glow
Is where the only conversation that I know can grow

So don't you bug me now
With your world of how and why
My symphony is found in an engine's hum and empty sky
A perfect meal for one, the rhythm of the road
The velocity of quiet is the only weight I hold
The only weight I hold...

The "sophisticated" dance, I never learned the steps
I watch the fever break from my periphery, and yet
I'm not a ghost, you see, I'm just a different kind
A collector of the moments that you leave behind
The truth in a minor chord, the speed that cleans the soul
A destination's just a trap when you're in full control

So don't you bug me now
With your world of how and why
My symphony is found in an engine's hum and empty sky
A perfect meal for one, the rhythm of the road
The velocity of quiet is the only weight I hold
The only weight I hold...


They call it getting old, this pulling from the fray
I call it curation of what's left at end of day
The luxury of silence, the texture of the dark
A single, steady spotlight on the one enduring spark
And from that spark, a rhythm, from that rhythm, a sound
A simple man's creation from the quiet he has found

Good music on the tape...
Headlights on the street...
Keys beneath my fingers...
The only company I need...
Is the velocity... of quiet...

Stupid Man

Thomas Helmig

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