sound is a monument and we are tearing it down with these here tracks. stink fest, this one. it’s between us and darkness now and the darkness has better violins and also a stronger supply of snares on the two and four. we’ve got our own collection of pots and pans and obscure scrapings. we’ve got to make the symphony start and stop and swell before it sputters.
I invented song once, and it was exulted for a time before some people said that they’d heard it all before. I was displeased but took the criticism to heart. I let it carbonize and calcify. a slow rolling status quo statue. now I sing strictly miracles.
I’ve been silent ever since.
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