Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)



Stick by me baby, in spite of my thoughts
that’s all I want you to do, and try to help me when I’m down
and I’ll take good care of you
— The Byrds, I Trust

The big bad mosquito

Now that the war is through with me
I’m waking up, I cannot see
That there’s not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now
— Metallica, One