The Great Wake 52: Noise Is A Choice

 

Made to work, that's for sure.  Spend too much time thinking about circumstances and regrets and ramifications, your age'll show quick.  'Money's just something else to burn, better burn it slow.'  Tell me again and again, watch it smoke.  Smell the electricity fire. 

Ice is what cures, the vegetable bags, wraps, and tubs.  Shock the knots.  The colder, the better, as long as there's sunlight.  Usually, you're not freezing, you merely feel like you're freezing.  Once the teeth chattering calms down, it's quite nice.

Noise is a choice.  Keep the sway, let music smooth out the day, make the skeleton tap, groove over body.  Lyrics are easy, the words mean nothing, the singers make the tune, dig the drawls and hums, imagine the instruments.  Keep the beat, keep the beat, don't stop, there is no stopping.  It's a soul experience.