Speak your troubles

sound : Someday - My Bloody Valentine

you get into your car, your brains a mess.... the day's running in your head, fresh, looped... like a cassette tape.... you decide to yourself, "i'm going to leave the windows closed... it gives me my own space..."

you pick up a familiar cd case.. .it's pink in color.... open it, put the cd in.... turn up the volume knob to 35.... you wait a few seconds for it to load....

aaah....

the crashing drums, the reverb drenched guitars.... you smile and start driving.... you feel the beats in your chest, you feel the seatbelt vibrating... the rear-view mirror is shaking... you feel pressure, it's like a tonne of weight on your shoulders.... you feel like your eardrums are going to pop... you think to yourself, "is this too loud?"...

you have a vision of all the windows of your car blasting outwards....

you open the windows in the fear of you losing your hearing... the music/noise bursts out like a hundred billion bees stinging everyone in the vicinity... the seatbelt still rattles against your chest, the rear-view mirror still vibrates.... you look to your right and this man looks at your car like you are crazy....

you look down at the passenger seat at the pink cd case, you look up, smile at yourself in the mirror and continue on your way home... swaying....



Sleep like a pillow
Downward and
Where she won't care
Anyway anywhere

Soft as a pillow
Touch her there
Where she won't dare
Somewhere

Sleep like a royal subject
Think that you grew
Stronger there

Speak your troubles
She's not scared
Soft like there's silk
Everywhere

Sleep is a pillow
Come where she won't dare
Anyway there

Look in the mirror
She's not there
Where sh won't care
Somewhere