he took it all too far but boy could he play guitar
Morning songs are so weird. It's like the words and melody are all around me, like up until two seconds before I pulled myself to the surface, before I regained consciousness, the song was playing softly next to my head. Any first thoughts of the morning I have are interrupted because my inner monologue is still -- still now, as I write this -- more interested in replaying those words. I feel like this may have been a morning song once before:Ziggy played guitar
Jamming good with weird and gilly
And the spiders from mars
He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man
Then we were Ziggy's band
andMaking love with his ego
Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man
I had to break up the band
Stronger than any actual thought I'm trying to have about what time it is, or wondering if I have any email, or if Open finished compressing, or my SXSW Torrents finished, or what I should have for breakfast. The music overwhelms it all.
And in this case, has overshadowed any dreams I might have had.
Jamming good with weird and gilly
And the spiders from mars
He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man
Then we were Ziggy's band
andMaking love with his ego
Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man
I had to break up the band
Stronger than any actual thought I'm trying to have about what time it is, or wondering if I have any email, or if Open finished compressing, or my SXSW Torrents finished, or what I should have for breakfast. The music overwhelms it all.
And in this case, has overshadowed any dreams I might have had.