Strobing Lights Songtext
von 2Scratch

But you know, if you talk all the time
You will never hear what anybody else has to say
And therefore all you′ll have to talk about is your own conversation


Baby, do I look pretty? I'm going out tonight
She told me, don′t you worry, don't worry 'bout other guys
That ain′t no making sense, no
That ain′t no making sense, that ain't no making sense
She loves the strobing light
I think she really mean it?
That ain′t no making sense, no
That ain't no making sense, that ain′t no making sense

The same is true for people who think all the time
That means, whеn I use the word "think", talking to yourself
Subvocal convеrsationan
The constant, uh, chit-chat of symbols
Images, and talk, and words inside your skull
Now, if you do that all the time
You'll find that you′ve nothing to think about except thinking