Decompression sickness, that had always confused me.
The bends, air forced between blood cells? Blood as bubbles.
Blood sells. I don’t know I couldn’t buy knowledge, I couldn’t make money anyway.
I kept thinking I better use this body of mine, my what time does.
If I’d paid attention but I’m so easily distracted,
oh last night I fell asleep trying to create the sensation with thoughts,
jazz, we'd been introduced, playing, I was asleep by the end of the album,
he said it’s so hard to find good live jazz.
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