Sunday, November 16, 2008
I did not write this
An ode to A-minor to F chord sequence
A-minor -- snarling, strutting A-minor, all piss and vinegar, looking for an excuse, biting off more than it can chew, falling now, the walls of the black pit rising up (that would be the F), the jagged-rock hand of release almost welcome, no way out but one, crawling, knuckles bleeding, sky growing bigger, deliverance at hand, back on terra firma, shaking it off, bringing it on, falling again. It's why you stay out too late, drink too much. It's why guitars weep gently, sand receives its share of cowgirls, why nonsensically buying a stairway to heaven, in the end, makes perfect, satisfying sense.
A-minor -- snarling, strutting A-minor, all piss and vinegar, looking for an excuse, biting off more than it can chew, falling now, the walls of the black pit rising up (that would be the F), the jagged-rock hand of release almost welcome, no way out but one, crawling, knuckles bleeding, sky growing bigger, deliverance at hand, back on terra firma, shaking it off, bringing it on, falling again. It's why you stay out too late, drink too much. It's why guitars weep gently, sand receives its share of cowgirls, why nonsensically buying a stairway to heaven, in the end, makes perfect, satisfying sense.
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