twilight

well the new album's done. the work is done, the product complete
and it is...all...disappearing...fast
themusic, the ideas the concepts are all there, but reality comes rushing in like a fleet of pressers, removing first the subtleties, poking holes in the fabric of the plot, making it feel superficial. the used up tools of analysis the world slowly wraps around my still unborn but fully equipped child, removing the very DNA from it.
we need something dancable.
we need club hits.
we need a cool artwork...said as if there is no art in there other than the plastic cover
we need you to repeat as we say, the nothing we say