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Description:
I made this a year or two back in an especially angsty crisis of summer youthfulness. The glockenspiel was played with a drumstick with a sock wrapped around it. Innovation.
Lyrics:
Chandeliers flush the cobwebs out of space with
Tidal waves of polished golden chains.
Our snowglobe is shaken before a fat child's face and
Put away in a sticky cardboard box full of stains.
Your thoughts are like a dead channel.
Your thoughts are hypnotic, aquatic.
Zirconium, bullet-proof, reinforced aeroportals,
Eyes fixed upon ceilings (you can't see what you're leaving).
Drinking thin purple liquid and faking quadragesimals,
In your smile and in your blink there is no self-deceiving.
Like a stare in a silence the hammers meet eggs.
Like a stare in a silence the hammers meet eggs.
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Ah, to be young and full of angst &mdash 05/07/07 - 11:07:42 PM
Who was it that said "youth is wasted on the young"?
But hey, if you spend your younger years making this sort of brooding song, then they're not quite wasted.
I liked this. Very moody.
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all that angst &mdash 05/08/07 - 06:17:09 PM
wow &mdash 05/08/07 - 12:49:49 AM
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But hey, if you spend your younger years making this sort of brooding song, then they're not quite wasted.
I liked this. Very moody.
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