Haunting chords without vibrato
Sustained within my brain
A wailing lick of doubt.
Echoeing toxic notes
While riffs of serenity rehearsed
Struggles to get airplay.
For the old band still performs
Those post rock beats of low esteem.
Never recorded or imported
Unfit for vinyl yet always in storage.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Toxic Notes
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2 comments:
:) I love your style!
layers like the etched groves, needle playing silent scratches. Feelings play deep in this.
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