“You’re right, call out. Call out with all your lungs, call out like a newborn, call out like your hungry cat, call out like the blind beggar”
This was my first thought as a wake up. It’s been a while since I felt that desperate actually. That’s no good.
"Hey", I reply, "I’m stuck in tensions and dissonance, I’m feeling too convicted to even play any music. Mmmm... I think I'll pull a David, I’ll set THAT despair to music".
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