memories of thoughts into patterns and rhythms

the finishing coat is the melody of dreams

Hello,

This song came my way this week via The Algorithm (hereafter for my life the spelling will be “Algorhythm” cuz, yes) and I shared it with a lot of people whom I love. I think it’s a beautiful song. I’ve never heard of the band before and after some reading I found out that they are extremely popular in Australia (their home) and other parts of the world. I am happy to have ingested its awesomeness, and I hope you will be to.

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memories of thoughts and patterns into rhythms.

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Memories within memories, there’s no telling what is real and what was just imagined.

When you think about something so hard you have to really wonder: did I do this or was it just something that was in my head, a thought..? So what is the difference anyway between a memory and a memory of a thought? It occupies the same real estate in your head. Mostly serves no purpose other than to bring up a joy or a regret or something inconsequential for no reason at all. There’s no function.

Stacks on stacks of memories and things we did and things we failed to do or that we chose otherwise or that we didn’t do but we think we did, and here we are, sitting looking into a cup of coffee, stirring with a spoon, wondering if the spoon was sanitized at the proper temperature, wondering when the waitress will get a clue and leave us alone, wondering when the train is coming, just wondering and wondering. Those wonders get mixed up with the thoughts and the memories of thoughts, and oh yeah dreams, they are there too. They all get mixed up in there like a stew, and sometimes you can let them go but other times you can’t, and they sit there and stink up the place, cause your heart to beat hard and your head to hurt like you’ve got sand in your ears.

Shifting weight, ass fell asleep, so you can see out the side window, you look for a car that isn’t coming or a person who doesn’t exist, but still you search for these things and you wonder where they came from, again from that place where all of these things stay, in your head. 

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Then you hear the clock on the wall and there’s a rhythm there, and there’s the cook with the spatula, he does a little thing every time he flips a burger, and music is heard through the sizzle and crack and the car horns and the order ups and the swinging doors. It’s everywhere, like those goddamn thoughts, as long as you are looking for it you can find it. Even when you aren’t looking for it they are up there somewhere hiding behind a bush ready to jump out at you when you aren’t paying attention. You just have to have the right meter, the correct time signature and it all fits into place like a secret decoder ring.

When you see something up close it doesn’t work so well and you can’t see the pattern. But when you zoom out you begin to see something, there is a pattern there, it’s been there all along. So you just have to be quiet most of the time and listen and observe and be patient. It’ll come to you eventually. And if it doesn’t you are either not looking at it broad enough, need to wait longer, or there isn’t a pattern. It’s not always there, but sometimes it’s there and you just can’t see it because don’t have the right tools for it. You’re not ready for it yet. Like looking at Einstein’s blackboard when you’re in the third grade, you might as well be looking at a an alien language straight from one of the Twelve Seas of Jupiter. But if you study it long enough you can eventually get to a point where you can see that the gibberish on the board ain’t gibberish at all, it has a rhythm, a pattern. That’s how most things are in life.

The more you observe, the more you are quiet and listen, the more you will see that the same things have happened forever, and it’s only the cast that changes. 

The smells are sweet and mixed with the silver smell of animal fat, viscous and delicious, and there can be a rhythm to smell as well, you can feel the vibration of the aromas and they affect different parts of you. Your smell can affect your saliva glands, which affect your emotions and mood, and that can affect the way you talk and how you see things, it’s all connected. These things in your body, there’s a rhythm to those things.