Saturday

Lines that Emblazon

So many beloved songs, so many poetic moments, so many lines that emblazon themselves on the brain. I'm in the mood to catalogue some of them. Let's start with this verse by Will Sheff from the song, "The Velocity of Saul at the Time of His Conversion":

Loosen the wire, your time has expired
The only word left is "goodbye."
In my new dream the light's shining on me,
Little needles of sodium unstitch the seams of the sky
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I will never as long as I write come up with an image as beautiful as little needles of sodium unstitch the seams of the sky. It makes me want to lie down in a field in the dark of night and watch it all unfold, preferably with a friend. Whole stories come to mind.

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