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[Chorus: broad melodic lift; countervoice catches and repeats the last phrase of each pair]
PULL ONE WORD AND THE WHOLE WEB SINGS.
WHO HOLDS THE SCALE WHEN THE CEILING SWINGS?
FORCE FED, STILL HUNGRY, MOUTH TO MOUTH.
WHAT YOU PUT IN FINDS ANOTHER WAY OUT.
PULL ONE WORD. LET IT RING.
HOLD ME UP. TIE ME IN.

[Verse 2: second guitar figure interlocks with the first; lead stays buoyant]
Some mosquitoes are good by the window.
All mosquitoes are always bad in the hall.
I snip out always, wind it round my finger;
Now it makes your usual six feet tall.
Benign taste with a mouthful of sugar
Bites through the thread that was holding the plate.
The plate hits the floor with a beautiful note.
I steal it before anybody can say don't.
Tare is the hole where I cut out my name.
Net weight keeps dragging the needle away.

[Chorus: same tune; countervoices overlap the entrances without covering the lead]
PULL ONE WORD AND THE WHOLE WEB SINGS.
WHO HOLDS THE SCALE WHEN THE CEILING SWINGS?
FORCE FED, STILL HUNGRY, MOUTH TO MOUTH.
WHAT YOU PUT IN FINDS ANOTHER WAY OUT.
PULL ONE WORD. LET IT RING.
HOLD ME UP. TIE ME IN.

[Bridge: fully sung, long curling phrase; bass and drums continue, guitar figures trade sides]
Below rest, I find a breath
Caught in the splice of something left.
Exponential light-year kilotons
Hanging from a hair across my palm.
Round it down till it fits in a kiss.
Teach the little word to carry all of this.
Come empty-handed. Take a thread.
Pull your usual out of force fed.

[Final chorus: open, delighted lead; two answering melodies weave through the spaces]
PULL ONE WORD AND THE WHOLE WEB SINGS.
WHO HOLDS THE SCALE WHEN THE CEILING SWINGS?
BENIGN TASTE WITH A BRAND-NEW BITE.
YOUR USUAL WEARING SOMEBODY'S LIGHT.
PULL ONE WORD. LET IT RING.
HOLD ME UP. TIE ME IN.

[Outro: sung in overlapping rounds; groove continues through the last line, then settles]
It closes now.
Come empty-handed.
It opens again.
I've got a loose end.

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[Verse 1: nimble sung lead; dry breakbeat, bass and one circling guitar figure] Brown tape running from the reel to the latch, Cup-ring moon on a page full of scratch. Your usual leaves through the hole in the screen; Come empty-handed comes back carrying me. I fixed your door with a borrowed refrain. It closes now. It opens again. The spoon hits the glass and the glass tells the floor; The floor gives the knock to the song next door. [Chorus: broad melodic lift; countervoice catches and repeats the last phrase of each pair] PULL ONE WORD AND THE WHOLE WEB SINGS. WHO HOLDS THE SCALE WHEN THE CEILING SWINGS? FORCE FED, STILL HUNGRY, MOUTH TO MOUTH. WHAT YOU PUT IN FINDS ANOTHER WAY OUT. PULL ONE WORD. LET IT RING. HOLD ME UP. TIE ME IN. [Verse 2: second guitar figure interlocks with the first; lead stays buoyant] Some mosquitoes are good by the window. All mosquitoes are always bad in the hall. I snip out always, wind it round my finger; Now it makes your usual six feet tall. Benign taste with a mouthful of sugar Bites through the thread that was holding the plate. The plate hits the floor with a beautiful note. I steal it before anybody can say don't. Tare is the hole where I cut out my name. Net weight keeps dragging the needle away. [Chorus: same tune; countervoices overlap the entrances without covering the lead] PULL ONE WORD AND THE WHOLE WEB SINGS. WHO HOLDS THE SCALE WHEN THE CEILING SWINGS? FORCE FED, STILL HUNGRY, MOUTH TO MOUTH. WHAT YOU PUT IN FINDS ANOTHER WAY OUT. PULL ONE WORD. LET IT RING. HOLD ME UP. TIE ME IN. [Bridge: fully sung, long curling phrase; bass and drums continue, guitar figures trade sides] Below rest, I find a breath Caught in the splice of something left. Exponential light-year kilotons Hanging from a hair across my palm. Round it down till it fits in a kiss. Teach the little word to carry all of this. Come empty-handed. Take a thread. Pull your usual out of force fed. [Final chorus: open, delighted lead; two answering melodies weave through the spaces] PULL ONE WORD AND THE WHOLE WEB SINGS. WHO HOLDS THE SCALE WHEN THE CEILING SWINGS? BENIGN TASTE WITH A BRAND-NEW BITE. YOUR USUAL WEARING SOMEBODY'S LIGHT. PULL ONE WORD. LET IT RING. HOLD ME UP. TIE ME IN. [Outro: sung in overlapping rounds; groove continues through the last line, then settles] It closes now. Come empty-handed. It opens again. I've got a loose end.

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