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my main concern is

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"how it feels"

example: the rhythms, shifts, diction, punctuations, and even capitalizations of this piece were chosen for how they contribute to the feel. It's an impression, not a photograph

"Blackhat Leatherboot Zombi Jamboree"

Moss 'n mold 'n lashin' crows
Runnin' through the Neverwood
took up with a shovelhead,
gonna call a spade a spade she said
Gon' build a new tree,
Gon' sink 'im in the sea.
Blackhatleatherbootzombijamboree,
Blackhatleatherbootzombijamboree
A spade A spade, gon' dig a grave
Gon' find a way, gon' light the hay
Fall an' eat the livin' soil,
break on through that mortal coil
Bones on fiddle, bone an' fiddle
Jackbone cross, life's old riddle
Fall in the middle, they're a-callin' for me
at the Blackhatleatherbootzombijamboree,
Blackhatleatherbootzombijamboree
Break a string an' sing it loud
Jim called thunder down from a cloud
the sky is blastin' shaded rhapsodies:
Ebon, Ebon, bolden bloom
Fiiire trumpet, walless room
Gate the steam into your brain,
shadow blooms in ghostly rain
Dancin' in the cornfield,
callin' up some shadowthing
at the Blackhatleatherbootzombijamboree
Blackhatleatherbootzombijamboree
Baby won't you come on down with me
t'the Blackhatleatherbootzombijamboree



my main concern is

Posted to Utterances




"how it feels"

example: the rhythms, shifts, diction, punctuations, and even capitalizations of this piece were chosen for how they contribute to the feel. It's an impression, not a photograph

"Blackhat Leatherboot Zombi Jamboree"

Moss 'n mold 'n lashin' crows
Runnin' through the Neverwood
took up with a shovelhead,
gonna call a spade a spade she said
Gon' build a new tree,
Gon' sink 'im in the sea.
Blackhatleatherbootzombijamboree,
Blackhatleatherbootzombijamboree
A spade A spade, gon' dig a grave
Gon' find a way, gon' light the hay
Fall an' eat the livin' soil,
break on through that mortal coil
Bones on fiddle, bone an' fiddle
Jackbone cross, life's old riddle
Fall in the middle, they're a-callin' for me
at the Blackhatleatherbootzombijamboree,
Blackhatleatherbootzombijamboree
Break a string an' sing it loud
Jim called thunder down from a cloud
the sky is blastin' shaded rhapsodies:
Ebon, Ebon, bolden bloom
Fiiire trumpet, walless room
Gate the steam into your brain,
shadow blooms in ghostly rain
Dancin' in the cornfield,
callin' up some shadowthing
at the Blackhatleatherbootzombijamboree
Blackhatleatherbootzombijamboree
Baby won't you come on down with me
t'the Blackhatleatherbootzombijamboree