I am working on a song where the notes are just
promises of sonority that
amount to nothing more than black beads.
I am tired of being infected by melodies and
commanded to dance by possessive backbeats.
Batons are for musicians and feet are for walking.
In 6/4.
promises of sonority that
amount to nothing more than black beads.
I am tired of being infected by melodies and
commanded to dance by possessive backbeats.
Batons are for musicians and feet are for walking.
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In 6/4.