Can you make out what those ethereal, hints of whispers you can't be sure you hear in the early morning are saying? They echo silently before the rain lets up and the sun rises, leaving no trace they were ever there.
Every morning, the witching hours fall slave to the sun, and every night the sun sinks in tiresome defeat. The Aztecs, at the height of civilization, were never quite sure if the sun would rise again once it had set. Blood offerings were made to assure existence would continue as normal.
Can you imagine? Every day could very well be everybody's last? Everyone believes this? And you're all OKAY with that?
The lonely distortion at the very beginning of everything begins to tell me my fortune until it's drowned out by the brief stints of rain. It appears again and again, but suddenly the rain stops. Predictions of my unclear future reverberate in my head.
The guitar continues to sing cryptic messages. A tarot spread, a crystal ball. A cell phone rings somewhere.
Over and over, I can hear you talking in your sleep. "And we called it lightning," you seem to say between even breaths. To dream of something so powerful!
I envy the world you find in your reveries.
I don't care if this song is just a demo: it's beautiful in it's imperfections. I hear T. Rex behind the veil, and hints of John Lennon's soulful swagger in the delicate melody.
Oliver has continued to create. I've failed to post.
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Did you know the term "bling bling" apparently originates from this song?
"Bling Bling" - Juvenile & Lil Wayne
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