were sitting here on the shore of this island
zoning out to the sound of industry
like a big metal stomach
being pumped endlessly
and like all the other sundazed children of the myth
i'm daydreaming
about a day
where everything is silent
and I can hear my own thoughts
"and if my thought dreams could be seen
they'd probably put my head in a guillotine
but it's alright ma, it's life, and life only"
- Bob Dylan
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