i wrote the album-titled track of my next record shortly after sobbing to Björk's "Allow" last night—each word its own score, music ripe to eject out of me. songs i write tend to have an inspired melody story1 however this particular tune wrote itself. amidst researching the very thing i am hymning about, i hear harmonized vocals cascading over the top of the track. moments later, meaning layers landscape themselves through every lyrical idea. the storytelling is storytelling.
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