"Pulse" genre: Folk
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	Contemporary folk
	CD: Deep Dead Blue   Label: Independent Credits: Lara Stephen
	Story Behind the Song Inspired by the frustration of words to say to what you want to say. Song written in Perth, Western Australia. Lyrics Pulse Take away my eyes, I never felt that I was one to see Terrorise my name, I'd rather that you don't call me By words just sink us deeper in this story Tall tale true, frayed and frail, words always fail me The practised sound, the habit of years Like some distant thought that's no longer clear The broken sentence, the sentiment These words were left just so better unsaid You can have my hands; I have finished with the tactile And you can take my gestures, they are nothing but a museum piece And I have finished with body language, so don't you read me My lips are sealed, they could never form another thought The practised sound, the habit of years Like some distant thought that's no longer clear The broken sentence, the sentiment These words were left just so better unsaid These words have been used and soiled This language is not mine at all I stutter, I stumble Like I never learnt to speak at all The practised sound, the habit of years Like some distant thought that's no longer clear The broken sentence, the sentiment These words were left just so better unsaid This quiet more perfect than any word (Your pulse, your desire, your breath and your heart) And I see clearly now (These words were on my fingertips, these words were on my fingers)

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