I think of Brian Jones. A sitar Ringing out, a game of five finger fillet Plucking the fish eye lens with duendeOr walking barefoot over stones towards the evening star
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My favorite part is your end because it feels like everything is coming together very quickly and urgently. But then the ending slows it down again and that whole experience was very cool. Aside from that, I always love the things you can do with words.
Brilliant! Thank you for turning me on to this! The song is mesmerizing. The lyrics are also totally in the same realm as what I had been hoping to get at. "And you were so beautiful / You were so very special / I wish I was with you now / I wish I could save you somehow [...] And where were all of your laughing friends? / Where were they at the very end? / They started to steal your glory / They never even told your story."
I'm glad you did. It's sad how his memory is often eclipsed by the momentum of how the Rolling Stones continued on without him. And your comment is honestly really touching, I can't imagine a nicer effect. . . Thank you!
I think about this sometimes, too, how hard it must be to sing about your pain, and then so many stars go on tour and keep singing about their pain. Hopefully it's healing. It seems like there's be layers of complexity as to the emotions involved with that.
Thank you so much! I think you really hit on it. I was also ruminating, on the idea of the blues singer. . . and thinking that, well, nobody really wants to have to sing the blues. . . There's kind of a wound which is to be inflicted first. . . and then, on some level as you said, while it must be healing to sing about, ultimately, it wouldn't actually alter the origin of the sadness, or misery. . .
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And it was thrilling to hear your description of the way you experienced reading this!
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Out of the moments love rubbed you the wrong way-
very, very much.
Do you know Psychic TV's tribute to Godstar Brian Jones -
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Thank you for turning me on to this!
The song is mesmerizing. The lyrics are also totally in the same realm as what I had been hoping to get at. "And you were so beautiful / You were so very special / I wish I was with you now / I wish I could save you somehow [...] And where were all of your laughing friends? / Where were they at the very end? / They started to steal your glory / They never even told your story."
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And your comment is honestly really touching, I can't imagine a nicer effect. . .
Thank you!
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I like so many of your word choices in this!
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I think you really hit on it. I was also ruminating, on the idea of the blues singer. . . and thinking that, well, nobody really wants to have to sing the blues. . .
There's kind of a wound which is to be inflicted first. . . and then, on some level as you said, while it must be healing to sing about, ultimately, it wouldn't actually alter the origin of the sadness, or misery. . .
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