There are these blinking moments
Where ideas just rush into my head
Like worms to a corpse
my head tingles and vibrates
chaos happens, there are so many voices
I can’t leave anything out.
Words are written down and I
feel the gush of release
But tunes and rythms have no vent
I sit on my piano and shit happens...
I can never play the song in my head
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
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