Why Do Violins Look So Alone?

Amazing words shared by a talented writer.

malleable art

I was a mile away, smoking pot in Carl’s car

Yet the song wafted over and I felt fuckin’ zen

Clambered out the door for fresh air that wasn’t there

It was an hour or two before I’d realised the lyrics were stolen

                                            from a sentiment popular in the sixties

“Say something, anything

Melodic and rhythmic, doesn’t have to mean much

Say something, anything

Sharp and protruding, doesn’t have to stay around

Say something, anything

Sticky and moist, don’t let it dry out

Say something, anything

Anything said is at least something”

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