Jeff Burgess & The Bad Mares - Talk About It [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Let me hear the silence -- it makes the noise worthwhile
Were you taught to write endings, or did it come to you?
I'm not the type to be opened, I'd rather fake a smile
Is it wrong to be broken when your dream's coming true?

Talk is not the answer it just starts false alarms
"If you ever ask her she is silent and she is grey"
The fan that's in my bedroom -- the caged blades can't do harm
He cools my heat waved three AM, but I only feel it when it turns my way

I don't want to talk about it
I don't want to talk about it
I don't want to talk about it
Anymore

Music's my expression, without it I am blank
To try to force myself in, I have learned the means to trade
I've sucked the dicks of DJs in exchange for higher rank
You won't see it on my face, I think it's worth what I paid

I don't want to talk about it
I'll just flitter around it
As I sing about it
In metaphor

There's no need to talk to myself
I purposely block myself from view
Is it fair in how far I have come
To let depression fuck me too
There's folks who'd kill to be me
I'm on a killing spree and you don't see
The only victim here is me