Why Do Violins Look So Alone?
Amazing words shared by a talented writer.
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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