I don’t want to be a pioneer

A singer sings a sad song when he’s sad
But honey all these years I’ve been upset
I’ve slowly turned
the kind of blue
that keeps your jeans dry..

– Dan Mangan (from ‘Et Les Mots Croises’)

I’ve been listening to two songs on loop all day. Dan Mangan writes so beautifully it gives me goosebumps to hear him sing.

Nothing like a lovely, sad song to colour your day blue. There’s a lot I need to tell you, Zonk. About cycles and work and violins. And about how I haven’t practiced all week because my neck hurts if I move it down even a bit. But I’m tired now and sleepy.

Oh well.

Oh broke, oh beat,
Oh twisted feet
and so on
and so forth

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Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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