Perhaps it’s fitting that the first song I tried to write about turned into a cautionary example of false memories.
Perhaps it’s fitting that the first song I tried to write about turned into a cautionary example of false memories.
“I clapped, then the radiance
contrasted white breath to the ivory slab, loaves in heat
sent in a pinch between windows between highways
we want a way, we want the link to prod a window
the odd of invent it and thought such that massed
before us the regular lyric prong as basis and asymmetric at any
moment…”
Clark Coolidge | This Time We Are Both