An Ode To Analogue & The Golden Rules, Inspired By The Language of Hip Hop

It’s a slide by drive-by
Shot by a mutha-shutter
The 35’s locked and loaded
See me through a filter
Look into the lens baby
Get close and pull the trigger

Point and hit the F-Stop
It’s the classic hip shot
Flash me once but look twice
Night or day, either way
Pin me down and spin me round
I’ve got a whole lot of love for you
But this is high contrast

You’re already splitting, a half-frame dead brain
Your eyes are wide – That pinhole glare
Staring like redscale
Looking hard, everything’s black
Fading from white, the light leaking
This bulb’s smashed, exposure shaking

Tripod broken, having trouble standing
I’m no X-Pro Hero
I’m crossed and swimming in space
Overexposed and too late
Not worried about the results
But fast enough to know what’s coming

I see the positive in every negative
I’m part of this, you’re part of me
No interference – No rules except the golden
Brace yourself for the fire but don’t think
Maybe I’ll be born again – multiplying into life

geschrieben von tomas_bates am 2014-07-14