A STONE FISH CRYING TEARS OF PAINT:
Shaking for reasons unknown, information attacks in random waves.
Late international phone calls interrogate what remains at the
end of days. Words tumbling from a loose mouth, fractured images
collide, recalled between muffled ears.
Get in the car, drive, keep driving, focus on nothing, the road,
soothed in the underscore of radio 3. A single piano beautifully
recorded, clear as a single bell, a light in the dark needs nothing,
offers everything. Sonically rearranged slipped into the first
parking space of the day it starts snowing.
Listening to Motorpsycho ‘Here Be Monsters’
(K)
Tears of Pain-t*
Tidied up my friends last place of rest. Sleet mixing with tears and then the Sun appeared.
How Much Is The Fish? and Scooter came to mine mind. I love the sound of the 90’s but I love the sound of the guitar too. 🙂
Listening to John Mayer and Grateful Dead this morning singing Morning Dew.