Log in

No account? Create an account

If I could do it,

I'd dog-ear this page.

31 March
External Services:
  • inflationary@livejournal.com
  • allonthewestside
We awoke at the edge of a summer.
New days began to stretch their legs
and the tempo's changing the consistency.
The needle finds the groove to free us tonight.

We awoke on the edge of this winter.
The ice melts off and flows in like a song.
The record plays, but the needle's old.
It lets the player take control.
Move the speakers how they're told.
To make us march for something more.

Music is a sedative
and you put out what you put in.