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What Do You Hear In These Sounds Lyrics - Many Great Companions - Dar Williams

I don't go to therapy to find out if I'm a freak 

I go and I find the one and only answer every week 

And it's just me and all the memories to follow 

Down any course that fits within a fifty minute hour 

 

And we fathom all the mysteries, explicit and inherent 

When I hit a rut, she says to try the other parent 

And she's so kind, I think she wants to tell me something 

But she knows that it's much better if I get it for myself and she says 

 

Ooh, aah, what do you hear in these sounds? 

And ooh, aah, what do you hear in these sounds? 

 

I say, "I hear a doubt, with the voice of true believing 

And the promises to stay, and the footsteps that are leaving" 

And she says, "Oh", I say, "What?" she says, "Exactly" 

I say, "What, you think I'm angry, does that mean you think I'm angry?" 

 

She says, "Look, you come here every week 

With jigsaw pieces of your past 

It's all on little sound bytes and voices out of photographs 

And that's all yours, that's the guide, that's the map 

So tell me, where does the arrow point to? Who invented roses?" 

 

And ooh, aah, what do you hear in these sounds? 

And ooh, aah, what do you hear in these sounds? 

 

And when I talk about therapy, I know what people think 

That it only makes you selfish and in love with your shrink 

But oh, how I loved everybody else 

When I finally got to talk so much about myself 

 

And I wake up and I ask myself what state I'm in 

And I say well I'm lucky, 'cause I am like East Berlin 

I had this wall and what I knew of the free world 

Was that I could see their fireworks and I could hear their radio 

 

And I thought that if we met, I would only start confessing 

And they'd know that I was scared, they would know that I was guessing 

But the wall came down and there they stood before me 

With their stumbling and their mumbling and their calling out just like me 

 

And ooh, aah, the stories that nobody hears 

And I collect these sounds in my ears 

 

And ooh, aah, that's what I hear in these sounds 

And ooh, aah, that's what I hear in these 

That's what I hear in these sounds, sounds 

 

That's what I hear in these 

That's what I hear in these sounds, sounds 

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