Raz
Bluelighter
(apologies to Queens of the Stone Age for ripping off their title...)
Tell me how it feels, standing in that din.
Tell me the songs you play inside your head where blood makes a dull everpresent thump.
What strange music accompanies your thoughts and your feelings and what concept does sound become when it's no longer sound?
How many ideas roam your skull that can't come out, and how can you teach me?
I want to know what you know, what staccato pitch your brain strums at.
I want you to teach me your songs for the deaf so that we will not be so far apart.
There is so much to learn..
Tell me how it feels, standing in that din.
Tell me the songs you play inside your head where blood makes a dull everpresent thump.
What strange music accompanies your thoughts and your feelings and what concept does sound become when it's no longer sound?
How many ideas roam your skull that can't come out, and how can you teach me?
I want to know what you know, what staccato pitch your brain strums at.
I want you to teach me your songs for the deaf so that we will not be so far apart.
There is so much to learn..
