Morse code travels the crusted wire grounded on the seabed. The wire coils like a snake, recoils, winds and unwinds, shifts directions. The code travels slower than a message in a bottle. Once that code is “dropped in the mail,” who knows where it will end up?
That might explain why musicians rarely send notes with explicit “send addresses.” Their lyrics are often vague, directed at a broad demographic, expressive of y’know’what’I’mean moods, based off generic experiences and recall. They often make claims concerning the “universality” of music, i.e. the “non-specificity,” like some Federal program bulging with ideology and lacking in detail and exception.
Along the wire, the coral loses color. To and from, to and from. It’ll only bother you if you believe in linearity.
The “Kung Fu Pyramids / Snake Eyes” 7-inch is out now on Hope Street Recordings.
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