Inaudible Melodies sing and play along

Brushfire fairy tales,

itsy bitsy diamond whales.

Big fat hurricanes,

yellowbellied given names.

Well, shortcuts can slow you down,

and in the end we're bound to rebound off of we.

Well, dust off your thinking caps,

solarpowered plastic plants.

Pretty pictures of things we ate;

we are only what we hate.

But in the long run we have found silent films are full of sound,

inaudibly free.

Slow down, ev'ryone;

you're moving too fast.

Frames can't catch you when you're moving like that.

Inaudible melodies serve narrational strategies.

Unobtrusive tones help to notice nothing but the zone of visual relevancy.

Framelines tell me what to see,

chopping like an axe or maybe Eisenstein should just relax.

Slow down, ev'ryone;

you're moving too fast.

Frames can't catch you when you're moving like that.

Well, Plato's Cave is full of freaks demanding refunds for the things they've seen.

I wish they could believe in all the things that never made the screen.

And just slow down, ev'ryone;

you're moving too fast.

Frames can't catch you when you're moving like that.

Slow down, ev'ryone;

you're moving too fast.

Frames can't catch you when you're moving like that,

moving too...