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There's a beautiful place of invisible life where fragments of noise go to hide. When their functions are lost they become static ghosts and hide in shells and phones. And much in this way, muscles everywhere petrify, they forget they're alive, they only come out in seizures. Just like the baby elephant just like the baby elephant artist of space she imagines her trunk in the air like a paint brush painting lucid shapes that linger in the air floating through her world until her parents say "Put that brush away, now eat and wash your face." "You won't get a job, what with your messy hair like that, what with your shirt untucked in back, might as well start talkin' as if you was black, aks instead of ask. Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?" "I'll tell you who I am. I am a baby elephant I am a baby elephant playin' with my trunk and tryin' to unlearn your silly fancy tongue. Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? SongtexteWho do you think you are? Who do you think you are?" Baby elephant, beaten to the ground, lyin on my back, laughin laughin at the Image in the air, images in the air, don't go away, I need you I need you I need you Catch you when you rain, seep into my veins I'll bleed you from my mouth, bleedin' from my mouth Phone call to a shell, image of a cell Half dead and half alive and Blood steeped like tea leaves the skin sings a cloud of red die Bleed Mix all our cells Red and white bells Playing our anthem Steeped Spread through the sky Hot with the night Still and expanding fafafafafafafafafafafafafafaffafafafaffafafafaffafafafafaaffafafafafafafaaaaaaaa Beautiful seizure take us home. Beautiful seizure take us home. Aus Songtexte Mania