cotton crush

there's a microphone
picking every word up
and it will shut itself off
when it's sure that it's heard enough.

The quiet can scrape
All the calm from your bones.
But maybe it should.
Maybe we need to be hollowed.
To get up and grow,
And stop fucking around,
To kick off our braces and start straightening out.

Let's sift through the static
To find a simpler sound.
A simpler sound than the shit that's clouding our heads now.

(Kevin Devine - "Cotton Crush")