Arcade blues.


Lonely consolations from a TV screen, and further things unseen.
Pixeled consolations don’t know what they bring, but it’s not empathy.
Dreams from palpitations your ideas fade, they begin to stray.
But you can always make it up along the way, from which you meant to say.

Parlous excitation from acquired sounds, where the voices drown.
Morbid fascination insulates the brain, it becomes unwound.
If only this were real you’d see it clear as day, not some other way.
Turbo-electric daydreams oozing through the ground, you were never found.

Take me from these arcade blues.
I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do.
Take these hands, let them loose.
Find something else to do, find something else to do.

- Neon Indian

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2 comments:

  1. Interesting photo!
    I gave out the song a try. It's very dream like kind of song. The melody is nice too.
    I love your selection of songs! It's been awhile since I have been gone but I can't wait to hear more ^^
    What type of genre would this song be? This is very different from anything I have heard of (in a good way).

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    1. Why, that is such a compliment. I'm just glad that I could somehow pass on the privilege of good music - I'd say it's psychedelic, electronic music. And thank you for the kind words!

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