"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Monday, January 17, 2011

Not enough

 
With every dash of the pick,
          it swings to                    and lands fro

          devil's eye resting on
               the last place we've known as a home
          and the wires buckle
               to the sweet melody's broken tune

          swinging to                    and landing fro

          funny how one note
               can hold to curse our future work
          take beautiful music
               and make us dash the chords into fire

          bitter ashes fly.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Modest Mouse, Space Travel Is Boring

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