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greenstorm ([personal profile] greenstorm) wrote2011-02-02 09:51 pm
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Don't Fix My Smile; Life Is Long Enough

Don't fix my smile; life is long enough. We will put this flesh into the ground again.

You can start at 2:18 if you like.

It's "Generator 2nd Floor" on the Freelance Whales album. https://www.dropbox.com/s/7ulppfxelulbb1b/Music/Freelance%20Whales%20-%20Weathervanes.zip

Here if you like, but as always it's not about the video.


Sometimes-- fairly often, really-- a word, a phrase, a line of poetry or a snippet of music will come down and obliterate my mind. This isn't to be confused with the pieces that sit there and merely repeat, echoing in the background. No, what I'm talking about right now is when I actually lose my words, lose anything that might be described as a thought process.

It often happens when I'm dancing, or when it comes it makes me what to dance. My body is, after all, the only thing left.

Yeah.