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Rumination Nation

from The Blackest of Dogs by Chris Harris

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We each have our own inner self
And mine is introverted
Time has left him on the shelf
But he's not disconcerted

If you leave him all alone
He'll never feel rejected
For countless problems close to home
demand to be inspected

The greatest thinker in his field, he gets no compensation
For all the flaws that he's revealed in Rumination Nation

My mind is sitting in between
A hard place and a rock
Can't figure out just what it means
And too afraid to stop

Got worries by the thousand
Forebodings by the score
And if I clear up one of them
I've soon got fifty more

You'd be surprised what pointless things demand my contemplation
I know just what tomorrow brings in Rumination Nation

I've really reached the point at which
No longer want to think
Concentrate on breathing
'til I pull back from the brink

Calm the mind and slow the thoughts
Until the tumult's passed
Escape the trap in which I'm caught
And peace arrives at last

My thoughts are deeper than it takes to write a dissertation
Mind games that will make or break our Rumination Nation

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from The Blackest of Dogs, track released May 3, 2016

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Chris Harris Bristol, UK

I'm still trying to get the music I record to sound like the version I can hear in my head. To do this I've ended up playing every instrument I can get my hands on. These days, I'm closer to "That Sound" than I used to be, but the journey continues.

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