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



Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself ‘neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.
— Bob Dylan, Lay Down Your Weary Tune

18:41 * blink blinks at chris2.
18:41 * chris2 chris2s at blink

Don’t listen to the words I say, weighing up if I’m enlightened,
Don’t shiver as you pass me by, ‘cause mister I’m the one who’s frightened,
The police just came and left, they wanted me and no one else,
Don’t pretend that you know me ‘cause I don’t even know myself,
I said I don’t know myself.
— The Who, I Don’t Even Know Myself