Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Ride symbols are ringing in the speakers like bells in the steeple
A bright, crisp, harmony
Falling simultaneously sans the storm
Somewhere some drop is glowing bright purple from clanging to the tune of Kind of Blue
Somewhere a thunderclap boom boom booms arpeggios with a cigarette in its mouth and gin in its belly
Somewhere police sirens keep time with the trumpet line: blazin’ red and blue
kind o’ like America on its way to the scene of the crime.
Alarm bells come back with the refrain.