THE CAPTURE OF SOUND

You must keep quiet before the attack
Once you start and all system are turning
You have to continue
Even if you doubt the nature of your business
We hope for effective frenzy
Trapped wild experience
Resulting intimacy and immediacy
For later consumption and enjoyment
A record is inanimate
A dead thing
Which can bring dormant spirits back to life
We transport back in time
To the source of the recording
The stylus travels towards the core of the disc
And we hypnotised go with it
The hunt and capture
Of separation is one fold only
Commercial records are pressed
In large quantities and distance the artist
From the kill
If we are to eat meat
We should catch it ourselves

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