Friday, January 21, 2011

I listen to weird stuff;
Stuff that kids who do drugs like.
Angular beats and melodies,
With lyrics that flow
Like prose, hardly repeating.
Synthesized sounds, mathematically
Mapped, and tweaked to a timbre.

We're not after mass appeal,
Escape is what we seek;
To: a new world based
In music, with its own
Systems set
For analysis
Although few, we appreciate
New additions to our cult.

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