So now I am in the song Machine gone awry. I wander the halls of straightness,not knowing how to hallucinate. Finaly the course is clear and the sound of waves on rocks is fading. the fog is clear and there is so much sea. An endless chorus of waves, melodies, refrains, and codas, cropping up and fading away, are a reminder of the duty at hand and the wasted moments. It is the time to gather this and make something of it, or it is not that time. There is no clue. Just the clear sound of the waves on the wood as the ship moves dutifully toward delivery of the cargo. I am on the deck now, at the wheel even, the wind in my hair, such as it is. And my hat is gone, blown away by the same wind that powers me on. The Heart of Music to be saved, delivered, moored, and off-loaded. This is my life, my dream, my moment in the wind. Escape me if you will, songs. Let yourselves go now. We approach safe harbor. Neil Young- Waging Heavy Peace
Posted on: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 01:24:22 +0000
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