april 10th, 2008

oh my syndicate of silence: all the knowledge i've gathered up over the years, years spent crossing highways and state lines to stand idle while notes and cries spill out in front of me. the exchange of sweat and spit at such a young age, so early, so much time spent with the same four seat belts, buckled in to protect a case filled with the possibility of music. handing off, unloading vans, ready with a spare in case you destroy what you started with. the slow muzzle of sound, it takes a couple years but it'll come. i'll pay the price for my time monopolized by pancakes at 4 am and the lullaby of a passing semi. sparse light, snow storm, neon bracelet, rusting fronts, young and old, hands under your seat, cheap gas, cheap tickets, cheap home.