Draw

Draw
Revolving, I remember the record player
Fat Bob howling his career
My world in this time draws to an open eye seizes nothing

"It wasn't this cold" you said

The past remains untouchable
Stubbornly stuck in the direction you can't point to

Memory is fickle
And sometimes fades
And sometimes burns itself into your psyche

360 degrees of Buddha
Revolving psychedelic soundscape
As new memories are crafted of clashing cultures and digesting pancakes

Stop and listen and live
Forever in the moment



Credits
Writer(s): Grahm Eberhardt
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