Alt J (∆) - An Awesome Wave - Taro
[ deference(s) ]
feathered, fluttering and elegantly hovering above their tongues are the lies. weightless upon release they pepper their targets with the white mist. they accommodate their hosts with wavering words that are sure to fall short of being remembered. even the best of messengers forget. we’ve been listening. we’ve measured twice. we’ve been cut before. there is no need to translate, transcribe, or transform. just leave it to the confronted eyes, that dance around trying to find their way out of the windows they keep smashing into, to do any revealing of the concealed. the inherited scales upon which they measure have never been zeroed out and only they do the measuring. it is they, too, that define. in the courts of their conversations objections rain down before thoughts are completed. enough is enough. it is what it is. take it with a grain of salt, or two or three, fuck it! pour it on til the shit dries out, and the shit shines like the shit don’t stink. that’s what I think and thats what they know, when they think that i don’t know how it is that they think. i smell what they are stepping in and boy oh boy does that shit stink. wink wink.