...There is the day
and then the night...
When we're as good as sleeping
...and then when we are running, voracious!
Day-dreaming and night-screaming
hurting our brains with thrums of white noise (staff meetings, news-radio, sports scores and bank statements)
...and then healing our ears with drones of thrust timbres, screeching.....melodious
making our own nurturing noise.
The escape -into music, into the night. Said-night.
The day, then, letting out, yours' mine and our...volumes
going up
The appeal of dropping out. Marching to freak beats.
Sounds that shatter, lines that smear.
The very, VERY-least passive of art forms
the one that demands, forces your participation
Cathartic kicks, beats to the chest, choruses stuck to the brain - nurturing noise to the ears.
Hooked. Pushed. And, in and out -in four minutes flat.
2-3-4- GO
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