When I Walk out of the Museum
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โฑ๏ธ 2:53 duration
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When I walk out of the museum
The wall of sudden light makes me crinkle up my nose
And standing, coat half on, between marble columns
I sneeze into the wind
When I walk out of the museum
I have centuries of dust behind my eyes
I hunch a little bit
From the culminated weight of all these other peoples' ideas
I see a tipped over garbage can blowing in the street
When I walk out of the museum
I think about a snorkeler surfacing tangled in kelp
That is me: writhing, wild attention, glancing around
The huge museum doors behind me slam
And I flinch
In all of these brief flashes of momentary clarity
The emptiness that cuts through is like
A bowl beneath the sky
Empty, not yet pregnant
Fertile, without form
It terrifies me, the raw possibility
And I want to go back inside
But when I walk out of the museum
Everything I see seems rippling and alive
On a freezing January day
The museum
And the garbage
And the internet
And the constellations
All collapse into a heap
And light floods out
From this compost pile
The wall of sudden light makes me crinkle up my nose
And standing, coat half on, between marble columns
I sneeze into the wind
When I walk out of the museum
I have centuries of dust behind my eyes
I hunch a little bit
From the culminated weight of all these other peoples' ideas
I see a tipped over garbage can blowing in the street
When I walk out of the museum
I think about a snorkeler surfacing tangled in kelp
That is me: writhing, wild attention, glancing around
The huge museum doors behind me slam
And I flinch
In all of these brief flashes of momentary clarity
The emptiness that cuts through is like
A bowl beneath the sky
Empty, not yet pregnant
Fertile, without form
It terrifies me, the raw possibility
And I want to go back inside
But when I walk out of the museum
Everything I see seems rippling and alive
On a freezing January day
The museum
And the garbage
And the internet
And the constellations
All collapse into a heap
And light floods out
From this compost pile
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.72] When I walk out of the museum
[00:14.88] The wall of sudden light makes me crinkle up my nose
[00:24.30] And standing, coat half on, between marble columns
[00:30.06] I sneeze into the wind
[00:34.55] When I walk out of the museum
[00:38.45] I have centuries of dust behind my eyes
[00:44.66] I hunch a little bit
[00:48.08] From the culminated weight of all these other peoples' ideas
[00:54.33] I see a tipped over garbage can blowing in the street
[01:03.13] When I walk out of the museum
[01:07.23] I think about a snorkeler surfacing tangled in kelp
[01:14.78] That is me: writhing, wild attention, glancing around
[01:22.73] The huge museum doors behind me slam
[01:29.01] And I flinch
[01:31.82] In all of these brief flashes of momentary clarity
[01:37.33] The emptiness that cuts through is like
[01:43.19] A bowl beneath the sky
[01:48.77] Empty, not yet pregnant
[01:53.36] Fertile, without form
[01:58.20] It terrifies me, the raw possibility
[02:03.23] And I want to go back inside
[02:07.68] But when I walk out of the museum
[02:12.06] Everything I see seems rippling and alive
[02:17.86] On a freezing January day
[02:22.44] The museum
[02:24.66] And the garbage
[02:26.05] And the internet
[02:27.81] And the constellations
[02:29.87] All collapse into a heap
[02:34.87] And light floods out
[02:39.41] From this compost pile
[02:46.98]
[00:14.88] The wall of sudden light makes me crinkle up my nose
[00:24.30] And standing, coat half on, between marble columns
[00:30.06] I sneeze into the wind
[00:34.55] When I walk out of the museum
[00:38.45] I have centuries of dust behind my eyes
[00:44.66] I hunch a little bit
[00:48.08] From the culminated weight of all these other peoples' ideas
[00:54.33] I see a tipped over garbage can blowing in the street
[01:03.13] When I walk out of the museum
[01:07.23] I think about a snorkeler surfacing tangled in kelp
[01:14.78] That is me: writhing, wild attention, glancing around
[01:22.73] The huge museum doors behind me slam
[01:29.01] And I flinch
[01:31.82] In all of these brief flashes of momentary clarity
[01:37.33] The emptiness that cuts through is like
[01:43.19] A bowl beneath the sky
[01:48.77] Empty, not yet pregnant
[01:53.36] Fertile, without form
[01:58.20] It terrifies me, the raw possibility
[02:03.23] And I want to go back inside
[02:07.68] But when I walk out of the museum
[02:12.06] Everything I see seems rippling and alive
[02:17.86] On a freezing January day
[02:22.44] The museum
[02:24.66] And the garbage
[02:26.05] And the internet
[02:27.81] And the constellations
[02:29.87] All collapse into a heap
[02:34.87] And light floods out
[02:39.41] From this compost pile
[02:46.98]