by "ImmoralMinority" (araimondo)
Published 02/11/2017 at 20:36
by "ImmoralMinority" (araimondo)
Published 02/11/2017 at 20:36
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"ttyymmnn" (ttyymmnn)
02/11/2017 at 21:37, STARS: 1
Awake. Shake dreams from your hair my pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day, choose the sign of your day, the day’s divinity, first thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool, jeweled, moon. Couples, naked, race down by its quiet side. And we laugh like soft, mad children, smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy.
I listened to this record more times than I can count. I may or may not have been under the influence of mind altering substances at the time. I’m not convinced that JM was any sort of brilliant poet, but he does string together words in a very interesting way. And I think this might be some of the band’s best music.
Words be nimble, words be quick, words resemble walking sticks. Plant them, and they will grow. Watch them waver so. I’ll always be a word man, better than a bird man.