Saturday, November 26, 2011


Bridging accents
Mixing time, 
Vinyl spinning, I will carry you.
Something is old, something is blue,
And all our time is borrowed.

Creative exhaust are in these burnt pages of history’s loss
Leaving paths of busted stuff.
Nimble fingers, plucking strings - 
I will listen as long as you let me.
In a retribution of scars the heat is all we have.

Teach me how to educate high above the curl
You and your notes,
Nimble fingers plucking strings,
I will carry you.

{Written by: Andrea Currie}

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