DON'T TELL
Tonight is a small bonfire.
Let's huddle close. I will be in bed in less than fifteen minutes.
I am listening to this and I am missing the music of the 90's. I remember geting lost in the fuzz, being wrapped in the layers. Over and over again. I was most happy while cleaning out the empty movie theater where the sixteen year old me worked. Everyone had gone home and that time between the end of the afternoon shift and the start of the evening shift left me completely alone in a dim theater with my carefully selected cd's playing at a monstrous volume as I swept the aisles for candy and debris.
http://soundcloud.com/triple-fast-action-man/dont-tell-triple-fast-action
If you listen closely you can hear me bobbing and singing at the top of my lungs with lyrics that don't really exist. I am gaining momentum now and moving with a brighter fire. The broom is now lost as the music starts to build. Climbing chairs, running up aisles and on stages. Torn jeans and band t-shirts. This is my daily confession. I am screaming and praying to all things with ears who weren't listening and would never listen.
There has never been a better way to get floors clean. There has NEVEr been a better way to get floors clean.
Let's huddle close. I will be in bed in less than fifteen minutes.
I am listening to this and I am missing the music of the 90's. I remember geting lost in the fuzz, being wrapped in the layers. Over and over again. I was most happy while cleaning out the empty movie theater where the sixteen year old me worked. Everyone had gone home and that time between the end of the afternoon shift and the start of the evening shift left me completely alone in a dim theater with my carefully selected cd's playing at a monstrous volume as I swept the aisles for candy and debris.
http://soundcloud.com/triple-fast-action-man/dont-tell-triple-fast-action
If you listen closely you can hear me bobbing and singing at the top of my lungs with lyrics that don't really exist. I am gaining momentum now and moving with a brighter fire. The broom is now lost as the music starts to build. Climbing chairs, running up aisles and on stages. Torn jeans and band t-shirts. This is my daily confession. I am screaming and praying to all things with ears who weren't listening and would never listen.
There has never been a better way to get floors clean. There has NEVEr been a better way to get floors clean.