inspired by tinnitus, Max Normal and the Caramac adverts.
lyrics
A pin drops. And it sounds like...
if you could find it in this haystack – I think not
and the roar of a Formula One racetrack would replace that soon enough.
One day my little sunray, way beyond the mundane, stereocilia spring unclaimed
where they don't live to die – battered by synchronised crashes and rims and rides.
I think this is my paradise. The sound of the sea, roaring, trickling, gurgling.
A whisper, pitched to prick pinnae and the third and then the fifth and then the octave
but these shockwaves have all been murdering
'cause (Max Normal) “You...talk too loud” - in other words, if you could
realise that something being loud doesn't make it good.
But if you want to turn my tracks up, go ahead.
I promise something new on every listen, not a broken record.
My ears hate me. I could stuff them with Plaster-of-Paris and they'd still crave a breakbeat,
still fiend for screaming tones, still lust for
syncopated, structured devastation of their tiny bones
and silence roams on a quiet plain, reminding those that might attain
its light, composed, that life's pace is quite insane
and you're so difficult to track down, my friend.
But we've each got a piece of your peace at the end.
One day I'll hear silence.
Silence is golden.
One day I'll hear silence.
One day I'll hear, one day I'll hear.
If a tree falls in the forest and I'm not there to hear it, it sounds like...
Quite a mind to clear, needing lobotomisation
at the top of my game son, toppling cochleae, nascent.
Anybody can reach for the volume dial,
press their lug to the horn on a thirty k system.
First bar of your favourite song, you smile
then remember one note with no need to listen.
Hypnosis, screech-cessation, calming backdrops,
armed with tactics, increase sensations cast off.
If you're sort of wary, take my word: don't tempt fate.
This is cautionary. Let's get back to the fresh waves.
An infant giggling, carefully-chosen loving words,
the cacophonous tickle of scores of perching birds,
the wind whistling over bottle-necks and through chimes -
sonorous, inspiring clarity in skewed minds.
Cigarette butt in a beercan...
like a round of applause from a horde of miniature meerkats.
It's all now tainted with a thousand electric guitars.
I use the sound of the rain to sleep and I bet when it's dark that...
One day I'll hear silence.
Silence is golden.
One day I'll hear silence.
One day I'll hear, one day I'll hear.
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Mike Dennis is a classically-trained
violinist and poet whose boyhood love of Run DMC, Beastie Boys and Gangstarr led him to create a unique kind of string-heavy hip hop music he refers to as Violinica.
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