Momus: Noise Reduction

On my left
On my jet
A new-born baby's raging
i’ll reduce
That regret
Til we land in Beijing

Motorbike
On my right
Makes a fearful row now
I switch on
Noise reduction
The din is gone

Am I living in their world
Or are they living in mine?
Does their right to sonic violence
Trump my fragile right to silence?

Is quietism killing me
Hearing the world as it ought to be?
And who rules the vortex of sound
Pandemonium all around
And the ruckus of corruption
But here inside my head
Noise reduction

Going insane
I think about
Approaching a policeman
They zip by in their cars
Sirens ablaze

I tear my hair and in despair
Turn to politicians
Who creep like snails
Along their trails
Of dirty bills and oil

Am I living in their world
Or are they living in mine?
Does their right to sonic violence
Trump my fragile right to silence?

Is quietism killing me
Hearing the world as it ought to be
And who rules the vortex of sound
Pandemonium all around
And the ruckus of corruption
But here inside my head
Noise reduction
Noise reduction
Noise reduction
Noise reduction…