[Opening — city traffic, very narrow mono] [Radio Voice] traffic moving alarms active time unavailable [clock tick] [DASnot] yeah sounds about right [Movement I] noisy cars roaring by alarms somewhere behind me hard day's work pain in the back whole city trying to remind me there was a moment I reached for silence like silence lived three blocks away said mercy on my soul to whoever was working that part of the day then everything softened you sitting there brushing your hair nothing important happening which made it feel important picture caught my face clock caught the hour something small hit me wrong grown man trying not to cry over absolutely nothing and absolutely everything [Whisper Cluster] nothing everything nothing everything [Refrain] body without a head cut off from the world everybody sending signals every signal getting blurred body without a head still walking anyway if recovery is a road I been taking the scenic way [Movement II — güiro enters, bass slides] hurt turns aggravation aggravation learns rage rage punches holes in the person holding it then asks who broke the cage self-made punching bag getting softer in the worst places trust somebody just enough to become afraid of all their faces played with too many times right on the verge of collapse take one breath shake my head pretend that's coming back [Radio Voice] condition: unclear [DASnot] accurate [Movement III — cumbia rhythm becomes obvious] disaster crawled inside the body threw the hypocritical ideals out the window called that self-discovery because breakdown sounded expensive doors disappearing shoots and ladders missing half the steps every weak point somebody pointing at like weakness was a debt everybody yelling there's a better way nobody brought directions gift from God or paranoia depends who's doing the inspection [Vocoder Harmony] better way better way better way [DASnot] show me [Break — prepared piano + clock only] solitary existential one eye open one eye tired devil charming at the exit road to recovery badly wired tooth and thumbnail hold on as long as needed nobody tells you healing gets boring nobody tells you that's when you need it [water valve bursts] [stereo suddenly goes wide] [Movement IV] water valve broke whole room changed for one second everybody stopped talking I liked that peace arrived by accident then immediately started leaking communication cut off little insults become enormous when nobody understands everybody thinks they're explaining everybody waving with both hands [Refrain — wider] body without a head cut off from the world everybody sending signals every signal getting blurred body without a head still walking anyway if recovery is a road I been taking the scenic way [Movement V — dub space, bass clarinet] maybe I'm not supposed to solve it maybe some shit stays ununderstood maybe being held together isn't the same thing as being good maybe being healthy ain't becoming somebody else's idea maybe recovery is hearing the noise and finding one sound you still wanna hear [Whispers, moving around stereo] where are you where are you where are you [DASnot] in here [Final Refrain — almost no drums] body without a head still got somewhere to go cut off from the world still picking up what I know body without a head no map no grand display if recovery is a road leave the wrong turns where they lay [Outro — train passing] [Radio Voice] destination? [DASnot] working on it [clock stops] [one tubular bell] [end]
