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LYRICS
The War Of Tempos
Three is leading
troops on battlefield
While Miss Four is preparing for defense
It's unknown who took the war this far
Flows of beats that advance in more events
Careful motions, ticking clocks
In moods, in twist, in pulse of notes
Fighting players
Tussle for the prevalence of even (on) odd
And any time Three and Four collide
Tones of sound merge
Until they disappear
Disappear, disappear
War of Tempos
Noise of chords
Strings with no keys, with no keys, with no keys
Scale in theme
Refrain in fifth
in seven-eighths, seven-eighths, seven-eighths
And suddenly the hassle cools and turns into a steady, gentle blame
A blame with words and terms
The terms which wind up to another stage
A stage of prog(ressive) songs cycle
With an interlude in suite
The suite with movements, overtures and jigs
Allegretto, andante, presto, lento
9/10 beats of the rhythm (that) no one holds
Fours and Threes are now joined with an arch
To work out the finest strings of notes
Careful motions, ticking clocks
In moods, in twist, in pulse of tones
Fighting players
Tussle for the confluence of even (on) odd
And any time Three and Four collide
Loads of sound merge
Until they play by ear
Cheerful hear, disappear
War of Tempos
Noise of chords
Strings with no... keys |