Blah. Blah. Blah. Let me get in a word here, my dear. If you would, please.
It feels like we might be here a long while. So, I might just pull up a chair, at a bar in different town. Because I am not down with your running around and frankly, I am too tightly wound to communicate with you right now about this.
Turn to the very last page of that book you keep in your bag, and tell me how this story ends. I sure hope it’s keen. As literature goes, this is closer to a magazine, with a page torn out where the fragrance sample used to be.
Papercut. But, I won’t bleed. Just turn the page for me.
It feels like we might be here a long while. So, I might just pull up a chair, at a bar in different town. Because I am not down with your running around and frankly, I am too tightly wound to communicate with you right now about this.
Sometimes there’s a blank page at the end, so we don’t know how the story…
© Michael Salamone – Salatone Recordings – Michael Salamone Publishing
