"Listening to Ani Defranco, for the very first time (properly) is like sinking into a hot bath full of soapy water
lowering oneself into warmth that surges up, clambering to make its presence felt.
from the very first chords, her voice draws you in,
hope followed by a touch of regret
confidingly depressing truths flow out
and the 'f*** you' brings us to the reality of arrogance which covers helplessness
when free will exists not.
Dreaming in surroundings alien.
it reaches out. like running hands through strings of bead.
up and down.
revolving in the same place. wearing white.
clinically taking notes and decrypting how this songs making me feel.
absurdly disconnected from oneself at a time when im closest to me.
make any sense?
Must be the shock of the anticipated loss of blood.
Growing up doesn't make you any less scared of what you were scared of as a child.
It just teaches you that its unreasonable to feel scared-convinces you to go ahead alone-hide your fear and ultimately, be 'responsible'
I close my eyes-melt
and hit the repeat button."
(Had to wait cuz' apparently blood tests are time specific...a laymen is almost completely oblivious to the wonders of modern medicine/treatment and the procedure to pinpoint the problem...bla im just rambling.)
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