There is a secret way to hear music. People don't really hear music.
You have to listen, but through the back of your neck. Thats where you feel it. And you love it. And you live in it, bathe in it, fuck in it, love in it, piss in it.
And the music becomes you. It nullifies your life. It captures you. It is you. The music is you.
The drums are in my mind.
I guess that I just don't know.
It holds me to the left. The violin?
Im holding, oh lord. Im holding!
Where can a man be free? Where can he lose himself? Where do the drums come from? (In my mind.)
Heroin.
Be the death of me.
Heroin.
Its my wife, and its my life.
Haha!
It squeezes me, the music does. The shredders are tearing my ears out. It warms me. In the shoulders. Beware, the shoulders are soft around here.
Its funny how I never before knew that it was a violin.
I felt it leave. They pulled out of my ears.
I guess that I just know.
Heroin.
-God(Junkie) |