Wednesday, September 14, 2011

And I really don't know

When you feel like you are a part of an elite club because you come early to liking a band, it becomes a mixed bag of treachery, on their part, for getting popular, and of a strange emotional entanglement of betrayal, that what spoke to you was somehow stolen by others.
There's not much reason to it. I have to be touching on something for many of us. Whether that something is a deep meaningful lyric or insinuation, no matter. There is something for each of us and branded on a time when it mattered.
Later it will either evoke the quick pushing of a button to eliminate memories of place, time or event, or turning it up to recapture the memory and then feel dumb.


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