Fools rush in where angels fear to tread in Normal entries

  • Oct. 8, 2013, 1:11 p.m.
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I wrote an entry at five something this morning. It was clever. It was bullshit. I realize when I post MyTube videos it dates me as sure as any rant about walking twelve miles uphill in the snow to go to school. I listen to modern music. I listen to music from the twenties and thirties. I grew up with live music, I married live music, I close my eyes sometimes when listening the way one closes eyes when the first wave of le petit mort washes over; not to deprive a sense but to enhance one.

I used a lot of words. I meant to use the chords below instead. The lyrics tell a tale, the chords are more a parable, a broad way to tell every important tale in the borders of a structure that, like borders on a map, don’t even exist in any real sense and exist in the only sense that is real.


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