Pizzicato - Wrong turn...again

Walking the dark empty streets of Brooklyn with this deep feeling at the pit of your being. So dull it feels like it's eating at you, plucking and prodding at your thoughts. Loneliness...isolation. With a pulse so loud you can hear it from within, you pass several lofts full of art and artists with their intense gaze and steady hands. If only you had such a passion to take your mind away from this feeling. Something to immerse yourself in. But nothing will suffice when you're left alone with your thoughts. Broken, scattered thoughts to go with a similarly disheveled life.


The Flaming Lips - The Observer

Steady and constant throughout, feel the lonely beat within you as you float in and out of your thoughts.