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THEY I wondered what had happened to the chords. There was a music, they were following a pattern. It was an intention perhaps. No field but they walk in it. No place without them, any discretion is useless. They want a time, they have a time, each one in his place, an endless arrival. — [...] THE GASLIGHT ANTHEM – I’DA CALLED YOU WOODY, JOE I was crawling around in my head in the haze of a trance Rico said, “I’ma turn you onto a sound, cool out your head This is the sound from Camden town.” And then I heard it like a shot through my skull to my [...] HEAT Here in the electric dusk your naked lover tips the glass high and the ice cubes fall against her teeth. It’s beautiful Susan, her hair sticky with gin, Our Lady of Wet Glass-Rings on the Album Cover, streaming with hatred in the heat as the record falls and the snake-band chords begin to [...] THE WEARY BLUES Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light He did a lazy sway … He did a lazy sway … To [...] |
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