Needle time
the needle goes tap, tap, tap.
The song is over, lost and forgotten.
It's the playout of the... what,
the single point where both sides are one,
and matter becomes sound?
By running round the same old ground,
we keep the memories intact,
they lose both name and notion,
but what we need, is motion, -
the repetition of the fact.
Creation's dead.
Long live the recreation.
We're in the run-out groove,
it's zero needle time.
25 января 2016 г.
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