(no subject)
Playing music is not like athletics:
One may improve with age.
The untrained mind with natural talents
reflects the part and never the whole
it is too narrow to perceive itself.
Its goals erase themselves.
May I have your ear, that
curlicued receptor of sound?
(If this were Rome we could be so grand).
The movement from instinct to calculation is quite profound
You've listened and been more than a tape recorder.
Talent carries its own weight;
the intellect it weds determines greatness.
Our age is such that we must fight off fat.
One hopes the mind outlasts the skin.
If this is true,
I'II say goodbye to me,
and say hello to
yet another you.
--lou reed.
One may improve with age.
The untrained mind with natural talents
reflects the part and never the whole
it is too narrow to perceive itself.
Its goals erase themselves.
May I have your ear, that
curlicued receptor of sound?
(If this were Rome we could be so grand).
The movement from instinct to calculation is quite profound
You've listened and been more than a tape recorder.
Talent carries its own weight;
the intellect it weds determines greatness.
Our age is such that we must fight off fat.
One hopes the mind outlasts the skin.
If this is true,
I'II say goodbye to me,
and say hello to
yet another you.
--lou reed.