Listening With Non-Human Others Ossicles Words and music by Jo Collinson Scott.
I am under the wave moving In a spiral of endless reeds Where there is no rest Even an empty space resonates Like the inside of my guitar Pressed against my chest
The hammer hits the anvil and Here we sit With eternity in our mouths The hammer hits the anvil and You turn in your sleep Muttering “unjust, unjust”
There are no ideas, just listening In the spiral of endless noise A tattoo on the wrist Even though I truly love them There are too many words, and Held within a fist The hammer hits the anvil and Here we sit With eternity in our mouths The hammer hits the anvil and You turn in your sleep Muttering “unjust, unjust”
All the words that have ever been said Weigh down, Weigh down my head