Flamenco Overdrive

Words, words, words, words,

of words, word, Word of words,

word; words, words, words,

word. All the voices I hear are nothing but just words,

Scattering away like a frightened flock of birds.

All the voices that you bring say nothing but a bunch of

words, Fractions of a system where the signal gets blurred.

Dr. Bianca checks the speed,

the rhythm's getting steep,

We are running past the noise so fast the static falls asleep.

I don’t understand words,

words are hard for me.

I’m sorry if I ever say the wrong thing to the key.

But your words probably have already made me cry,

Underneath the radar where the digital meanings fly.

It's hard for me to choose my words now,

even though they used to like my words,

Caught inside a glitch where everything is blurred.

LUCIR, WE SHINE, WHEN THE LANGUAGE LOSES WEIGHT!

RUNNING DOWN THE HIGHWAY,

WE ESCAPE THE HEAVY SLATE!

100% TIGUIDOU, THE SPANISH STRUMS ACCELERATE!

GHOST IN THE PINK,

THE HYPER-POP ESTATE!

I remain untouched and sovereign,

let the vocal echoes break,

C'est le flamenco moderne,

the masterpiece we make!

Every word is word,

and words of words are word,

Take it as my word that my words are not my word.

They're just somebody else's,

echoing around, Things I thought were nice until they hit the heavy

ground. Words are more complex than just a simple string of text,

And I don't have the words to name what's coming next.

Everyone seems so chill with how they shape and bend their phrase,

I wonder if they worry how their words get framed and dazed.

Word of words... Words,

words, words, words. Everyone seems so chill with their words.

I wonder if they worry how they words are word.

You don't need the right words here.

The speed of the song leaves them in the dust!

u...

we race.

a... we sting.

i/e... we shine right through the noise.

meow.