Play It Low
	Written by Joshua Kronengold
	To the tune of Play it Slow, by Echoes Children

Play it low, play it low.
It's like glass chips in a blender 
And I can't hear what you're saying, so please play it low.
I can see you like your music,
But you've made me speak with candor,
And I'll stop all of this shouting if you'll only play it low.

I am sittng at a party, having idle conversation,
When I get an eerie feeling from a warning
background chord,/Then the music hits full volume,
like an urban excavation,
And our voices rise to match it like a loud and angry horde.

Play it low, play it low.
It's like glass chips in a blender 
And I can't hear what I'm saying, so please play it low.
I can see you like your music,
But you've made me speak with candor,
And I'll stop all of this shouting if you'll only play it low.

Šo I stagger from the table, and I make th e speakers quiet
Now I know your inclination is to make the music ring,
Yet those parties one can't talk at are an empty brittle diet,
When you turn it to eleven I can never hear a thing.

Play it low, play it low.
It's like glass chips in a blender 
And I can't hear what I'm thinking, so please play it low.
I can see you like your music,
But you've made me speak with candor,
And I'll stop all of this shouting if you'll only play it low.
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