by Angel Rengell and Luccia Lignan
A SMALL PARK
There's a small park in the clouds
On certain afternoons it is remembered
I walk around its well-worn circle
Today it seems less important
My bandaged hand throbs in the rain
And the rain goes right past the grass
In the sunshine the park disappears
On certain afternoons it is remembered
--Joshua Beckman & Matthew Rohrer, Nice Hat. Thanks.
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“I didn’t start off with a musical rule,” Bjork said of her new album Volta. “It was more
emotion.” She said she asked herself: “Are you playing it safe here?
Are you actually being impulsive or are you totally subconsciously
planning every moment? Are you really allowing enough space for
accidents to happen?”--www.nytimes.com