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Maybe the best lullabies are nothing but noise and half heard things Voices speaking in tongues we don鈥檛 understand Maybe that radio I took to bed A little handheld thing which now I picture it Was made from bone or ivory coloured plastic With the legend, Solid State next to a lightning bolt Maybe that radio was my key to dreamland? And thinking of it now The soup of sounds I steered the dial through Origins unknown The compass spinning The Atlas drowned Those sounds could鈥檝e been a primal internet! The World Wide Web still wild still in the air We listened but we couldn鈥檛 join in yet I listened and I could be anywhere
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