The dropping of the beat
The wail of the singer
Takes me back to her apartment
Incense stick burning
45 rotating
Music spreading into the evening’s thunderstorm
–
We sat on beanbags
Soaking in rhythm and humidity
Condensation on beer cans
Sweat on foreheads
Whale brand smokes smouldering on a plate
Dishes soaking in the sink
–
Heartbeats thumping in time
With a banging track
From the minds of two boys from liverpool
Echoing out of the speakers
Echoing out of time
Speaking across sonic frontiers
