The beauty of song is that the shape it takes is all relevant to the endless ear funnels in which it is poured. From there is fills a cavity of perception whose shape is incomprehensible in itself. the sound cools over an ever changing mood - what is initially heard can quickly cement its resonation in the listener; whose ability to navigate, swim and circumnavigate the jagged shallows or omnipotent depths of composition is based upon how well an ear matures - an ear without eyes. We're all exquisite connoisseur's of what's exotic yet the simple need for a melody, lyric, beat will compel us to supersize the funnel, force it until all hope of "getting it" spills out onto the floor - shapes shift from out of frequencies, distorted waves of "goodbye" and / or "hello" (depending on what you feel); mass produced too cut you loose from the mind that grinds the noose from five to nine - sounds legendary on 'rewind', the riff's a myth of decibels - some cool breeze to blow the mind. gunfights and car chases bridging bars with bait (just a sucker for the hook); what the fuck did that speaker spray? I like my volume with the lights on - "space car driver are you really enjoying that tweeter flap?" looks like shit, sounds like shit - some of us are bent to quack - most of us will commence to sound like that - favored are the few who coil around the sound so precious to fold your time around. look at nonsense on parade - the emperor is still a fool: snapping his fingers to the sound of heavy leaving.
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