Lily Allen on Vinyl

dbremner

You ask me lover

What's the point

Can't you see

That there's not one

 

Yet at the same time

One exists

Yes - perhaps

The greatest point of all

 

It's because I can

That is why

And want to

So one day - I will

 

No, not to spite you

That's not me

You know that

C'mon now listen

 

Who cares what science

Says of sound

This object

Could alter my world

 

If I possesed it

Lily Allen

On Vinyl

A big, round L.P

 

A true work of art

Lilys' art

Existing beyond its form

I can hear it now!

 

Every note pressed

Perfectly

Filling the air

With its captured sound

 

Yet I can hear you argue

Making a scene

Missing the point

Trying to persuade me

 

That C.D's better

Clearer sound

More modern too

But that's never it

 

For years I've wanted

That record

I'd watch it

Go round and around

 

Yet for years I've chosen

Not to buy

But to deny

Myself the pleasure

 

Often I have thought

I'll buy it

Sit and watch

Its nothingness go

 

But I loved all that

Nothingness

Simple fact

That I did not own it

 

But now soon I will

Hold it here

Commited

Its nothingness gone

 

And I will play it

Night and day

Untill you see

It's because we can.

 

 

"Say what you say, Do what you do. Feel what you feel, As long as it's real" Lily Allen

 

"That is what I mean when I say that man is condemned to be free: condemned, because he did not create himself, yet nonetheless free, because once cast into the world, he is responsible for everything he does." Jean-Paul Sartre, Existentialism is a Humanism

  • Author: dbremner (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 26th, 2011 14:08
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Comments1

  • Cheeky Missy

    Ah, long time no see! I like that "be real" admonition. This has a serious message almost subtly woven into its little scene and argument, nigh intriguing and fascinating. Desire for what might not be the best because it has been long adored. Satisfaction with lesser because beloved. Mayhap I've missed the message? Interesting and thought-provoking. I like it.
    Nice to see you here again. Seems a sorry replica of what it was a year ago, a ghostly playground whose former playmates have scattered to greener pastures...or? Me too...sort of...and sort of not.

    • dbremner

      Glad ya like it!



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