I listen to this music because The woman sitting next to me on the bus Wouldn't appreciate it if I screamed that loud in her ear So I'll let someone else do it to me. I listen to this music because My frantic, erratic, sporadic, thoughts come back to earth When I listen to the words of my heroes Coming out in bloody curls through their lips. I listen to this music because I've never really been that good At expressing myself to anyone, in any context, ever. And that scream you hear feels the same way. I listen to this music because I am a pool of volatility That teeters on the edge. And if I don't let some of it out I'll really start to lose my balance. I listen to this music because I miss my father And I never know when I'll see him again. So I'm going to listen to this music because I miss my father And that angry angry scream you hear is going to comfort me. Because all I feel is anger anger building inside of me. and i get really really close to losing my balance. I listen to this music because I want the crude, untreated, unprocessed, natural fever I listen to this music because One time I held my father's hand as he breathed his last And I wanted to scream then. And I didn't. So I'm making up for it now. I listen to this music because at night When I'm falling asleep My thoughts try to pull me back to a place I don't want to be So I scare them with that screaming, double bass pedal, power chord, bass riff, explosion. And I dream, serene. I listen to this music because My father died When I was 12 years old. And I hadn't really gotten to know him yet. I listen to this music because I live in a small apartment with lots of neighbors And one time I dropped my shampoo bottle And my neighbor left a note asking me to be quieter I'm sure that my screaming would be out of the question. So I'll let someone else do it for me.
Abbie Sigmon
Noise is a lot like art or beauty... you like, what you like.
This morning I was into the station early to op cut ins from a breakfast deal during the Gospel Greats... and I couldn't handle it. It's not that I though anything bad of the tunes, it's just not my bag.
I like, what I like... and I like it loud.
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