_what sound_
What is that sound
Ringing in my ears
The strangest sound
I’ve heard for years and years
The sound of two hearts
Beating side by side
The sound of one love
That neither one can hide
The sound that makes the world go round
The sound that makes the world go round
What is that sound
Running round my head
Funny I thought
That part was long since dead
But now there’s new life
Crossing through my veins
Because there’s someone
To make it beat again
The sound that makes the world go round
The sound that makes the world go round
The sound that makes the world go round
The sound that makes the world go round
What is that sound
Ringing in my ears
The strangest sound
I’ve heard for years and years
The sound of two hearts
Beating side by side
The sound of one love
That neither one can hide
-lamb
when i think about one of the hidden joys in my current relationship, i think of this song. there’s a literal and figurative interpretation of the song that resonates with me. from our silly childish names to the sound of her voice, all of these sounds takes the relationship to a level never experience before by me. i’ve always felt that my audio and visual pereceptions have all the most direct channel to my soul. only more recently have the visual perception have come into play more but the audio channel has been resonating as long as i had my silly adoration of female rock stars. it’s interesting to isolate the manifestions of a particular experience into the 5 aggregates known as the senses. i think we do find sometime so much more powerful when we can discern the impact of an experience within each of our senses. it’s only a matter of pracitial reaoning that we will find a beautifully prepared meal that feels our mind, mouth, ear and stomache so much more enriching to a piece of art work on a piece of wall. as a matter of fact, it’s only the repetation of that experience that has defile the beauty of that experience. in so as much, because we do precieve our daily meal as scared as the painting in the musuem we will think that our meal is an ordinary experinence and the painting as an extraordinary experience. and what is the point of this line of reasoning? well, it’s quite obvious that if you’re oblivious to the point than you’re oblvious to the meal.
you’re making me hungry
‘i’ before ‘e’, except after ‘c’