Different intervals trigger different neurotransmitters. In a sense, listening to certain sounds can alter your brain chemistry depending on which transmitting chemical is triggered.
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24 sep 2012 | från kirkpearson.bandcamp.com |
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I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan
Welcome to the land of fame, excess, whoa am I gotta fit in?
Jumped in the cab, here I am for the first time
Look to my right, and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy, everybody seems so famous
My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous
That's when the taxi man turned on the radio
And the Jay-Z song was on
And the Jay-Z song was on
And the Jay-Z song was on
So I put my hands up, they're playin' my song
The butterflies fly away
I'm noddin' my head like "Yeah!"
Mov...
24 sep 2012 | från kirkpearson.bandcamp.com |
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At midnight in the museum hall
The fossils gathered for a ball
There were no drums or saxophones,
But just the clatter of their bones,
A rolling, rattling, carefree circus
Of mammoth polkas and mazurkas.
Pterodactyls and brontosauruses
Sang ghostly prehistoric choruses.
Amid the mastodontic wassail
I caught the eye of one small fossil.
"Cheer up, sad world," he said, and winked—
"It's kind of fun to be extinct."
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You could be a sunrise.
You could be a sunset.
You could be a moonrise.
You could be a bunk bed.
You could be 3 AM,
or you could be a train car.
You could be a cloudless night
or you could be a rock star.
You could be anything you want, anything you wanted to be.
You could be a million things but you couldn't be with me.
You could be a brushstroke.
You could be a fire escape.
You could be a box full of letters,
or you could be a mixtape.
You could be a frosty window.
You could be a street light.
You could be a month of songs,
or you could be a spotlight.
You could be...
24 sep 2012 | från kirkpearson.bandcamp.com |
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24 sep 2012 | från kirkpearson.bandcamp.com |
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Interplanetary,
big vocabulary,
telescopic vision,
infrared precision,
singularities and
the voice of Liam Neeson,
colored pictures of the mostly grayscale moon dust.
Find your weight in space and
watch the Russians race and
see the vacuum chamber that could melt your forehead.
Hear the rockets roar and
see Apollo soar and
you will know you're in the Cullman Hall of the Universe.
Black holes, dead roles,
artificial interpoles,
ecosphere and biosphere and
cryosphere around.
Pluto planet's intermission,
constant streaming Astrovision
architectural decision,
Neil Tyson...
22 jul 2012 | från kirkpearson.bandcamp.com |
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*The only what can be defined as a "sentence" I am going to say
about this song is that, it is dedicated to the most inspirational
and important person in my life - my brother Jack.
Rollin' away like a pair of roller skates - he's leaving just
like that
Down a steep drop - it's unexpected
They don't belong to a pair of feet stop - it feels
directionless and uncontrollable
Like I care if - I'm in denial that it's happening
I chew the skins of a mango away - a part of my conscience
feels very vulnerable
Indians were always good at using everything - I give him all
of my love
Dreading...