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Suadade | Suadade <br/> | ||
Song of sorrow | Song of sorrow<br/> | ||
Writing to fill the void | Writing to fill the void<br/> | ||
---of loss<br/> | |||
---of longing<br/> | |||
---of melancholy<br/> | |||
They're all here with me in this cave and I can't figure out who's talking to me, when, and what they're quoting. A song, a movie, a movement, the hole between them? I keep listening and the saddest, most explosive, fugitive, burning, heartfelt, precise performance film track unfolds. There is no recording. It only exists in the cage cave. | I'm hiding in a cave<br/> | ||
With a man with dark hair<br/> | |||
His appearance flickers, in motion<br/> | |||
Shape shifting between V and G<br/> | |||
between Cave and Cage<br/> | |||
between Nick, Nicholas, and John<br/> | |||
between the singer, the actor, and the artist<br/> | |||
They're all here with me in this cave and I can't figure out who's talking to me, when, and what they're quoting. <br/>A song, a movie, a movement, the hole between them? <br/>I keep listening and the saddest, most explosive, fugitive, burning, heartfelt, precise performance film track unfolds.<br/> There is no recording. It only exists in the cage cave. | |||
Revision as of 17:08, 4 June 2011
Suadade
Song of sorrow
Writing to fill the void
---of loss
---of longing
---of melancholy
I'm hiding in a cave
With a man with dark hair
His appearance flickers, in motion
Shape shifting between V and G
between Cave and Cage
between Nick, Nicholas, and John
between the singer, the actor, and the artist
They're all here with me in this cave and I can't figure out who's talking to me, when, and what they're quoting.
A song, a movie, a movement, the hole between them?
I keep listening and the saddest, most explosive, fugitive, burning, heartfelt, precise performance film track unfolds.
There is no recording. It only exists in the cage cave.