I need something new to listen to, and I need it now. But for some reason the latest CDs I have bought are not casting the right spell, and all the old albums I return to out of desperation sound worn and weary to my ears. We all have these little phases. Maybe there’s something in the air. (Call out the instigator, because there’s something in the air.) Maybe love is in the air. (Everywhere I look around. Love is in the air, every sight and every sound.) At least I am not walking in the air.
This is getting serious.
(I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord.)
What if you realised, one day, that there simply wasn’t any more music that the mind can take? What if you reached saturation point? I worry about this.
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