what you call music
June 4th, 2006
the layered sounds
the heavy strings
drowned in statics
immersed in daunting synths
deep in the quietest noise
the solitary choice
you float in purest liquid
of what you call music
you’re high with chanting echoes
the owners you barely know
you drink them up anyway
and your shards try to re-assemble
in a dream of skyscapes
and the old cassette tapes
the smell of library books
and the summer class you never took
when you and your bed
are the best of friends
you just want to be home
and never pick up the phone
a few more decibles higher
farther now from here
defying what is becoming
outside
summer rain pouring
the heavy strings
drowned in statics
immersed in daunting synths
deep in the quietest noise
the solitary choice
you float in purest liquid
of what you call music
you’re high with chanting echoes
the owners you barely know
you drink them up anyway
and your shards try to re-assemble
in a dream of skyscapes
and the old cassette tapes
the smell of library books
and the summer class you never took
when you and your bed
are the best of friends
you just want to be home
and never pick up the phone
a few more decibles higher
farther now from here
defying what is becoming
outside
summer rain pouring
*for shoegazers
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i tell you. this post is rare. hehehe.
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