Seldom matters, the words that you say. Matters less the noise you play. Melody wraps it up in fine display. But the tear down spits it out all the live long day. The voice in the wire... She attempts to remain. There's a storm in between That twists what little remains. And the clueless remind the loveless Not to stand out in the rain And therein lies recital On the politics of pain. These things that seldom matter When they matter... it's all that do. These things that seldom matter They make a (1) Draw bridge (2) Lug nut (3) Train wreck Out of you. You can't help but fall on the trouble that they do... You can't help the loveless, When they don't have a clue. The mind set and the wobble Don't know when to refrain. The collision of the heart And head are ad rain. And the losers and the users They at best... at least know better than to complain. These things that seldom matter............