A little story about an encounter with a transcendent soul. A metaphor for the music, maybe? Imagine if you had anterograde amnesia that allowed you to forget the current abominations and remember only the progressive eras. This short story may have to be continued.
Walking on the sidewalk, girl came walking over.
We stopped. She introduced herself as October.
Put this one under crazy, or however you file ‘em.
She escaped, came straight from the asylum.
Wasn’t just one incident, it was constant.
Too much air time, and her mind, she lost it.
Keeps her dreams, but to see ‘em, she’s been robbed.
Caught up in a montage of reaching for radio knobs.
Huh, I wonder what that’s like,
back then streamed in through the dendrites satellite.
Never knowing the music died a hundred times.
Never knowing the tune was automated lies.
Must be nice, but this shit is well and alive.
But, apathy doesn’t sift through the contrived.
Verses still living that way, it just freeze you.
The cursed gift of anterograde amnesia.
The rain came down, now her hospital gown was see-through.
I said, “It’s been a pleasure to meet you.”
I reached for her hand. She put her arms around me,
embraced me, and sang into my shoulder with this melody.
Keeping old calendars in a shoe box.
Digital versions of the first needle drops
She had these dark, sunken eyes, like overcasted skies,
Blonde, ratted locks, hospital gown and knee-high socks.
Chorus Repeat (2x)
from Talkin' Story,
released October 14, 2016
Produced by aeon grey.