Ellipsey's Podcast
As you sit here before me
sobbing and shaking
I worry about your tears
getting my mixer wet.
I want to hear your pain
through the crackle of vinyl,
I just don't know what
chord to write it in yet.
Too many songs about
heartbreak are saccharine and vain,
I want to hear the fabric
of your love ripped apart.
A Phil Spector wall of
sound playing your deepest pain,
I want to mic up the
sound of your breaking heart.
I'm going to make an
album of all your lovely hurt,
I want to play your
fret-less, useless heart like Flea.
I want to compress your
crying and pleading,
Into a 4/4 drum pattern
that rises to sorrowful cacophony.
You walked out on me and
I had no power to change your mind,
I wanted to tear the soul
from your emotionless chest.
Now I've got this
recording of the pain he caused you,
I'll let Itunes and the
general public do the rest.
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