I could tell you about my acoustic guitar:
The phosphor bronze strings against the rosewood neck, or how my favorite chord sounds like stars and sleeping bodies.
I once wrote a love song
about mocha (and a girl)
But I forgot the lyrics
because I wasn't in love
An artist once accused me of giving up,
Of losing faith, of being lazy.
And he was a little bit right.
But music! Music is so easily produced,
quickly consumed, rarely reused.
How do you cash in talent
without melting into the
easily digested hooks
of Swift and Grande?
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 5:20 PM UTC
I could tell you about my acoustic guitar:
The phosphor bronze strings against the rosewood neck, or how my favorite chord sounds like stars and sleeping bodies.
I once wrote a love song
about mocha (and a girl)
But I forgot the lyrics
because I wasn't in love
An artist once accused me of giving up,
Of losing faith, of being lazy.
And he was a little bit right.
But music! Music is so easily produced,
quickly consumed, rarely reused.
How do you cash in talent
without melting into the
easily digested hooks
of Swift and Grande?
The hiiiiiiils are aliiiiiiiive with the sound of muuuuusiiiiic (faaaa la la laaaa).
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