The rush of the day is dieing down...slinking to the floor.
I am indifferent
Drink the morning bullet..melt it into iron for the afternoon. yea that iron fist. "The Wall" [Pink Floyd] drips from my speakers.
I am numb.
but compelled to write..this album is like an up-scale murder gone awry: all the great tracks destined for success but that feeling..IMPENDING DOOM!
"If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes..You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise."
Bravo my pink friends..you are such a muddled mess of Meddle. clever ehhh? aha! at last..the day must become night..and we all know music seeps out in the darkness [of our minds]
Yes..well. I welcome these unassuming notes of pleasure. Come caress my heart and decompress my mind. You only think you're lonely..oh no! Not with the pink boys here..
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'd-d-d-did you hear the frightened ones
ReplyDeleted-d-d-did you hear the falling bombs
d-d-d-did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?'
umm...marissa...were you smoking when you wrote this? hahaha
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