Dandelions eat soul food and howling tongues ingest patches of yam fries. Otis Redding's microphone gobbles up his voice: an irrational sun harvest of hopeful liberation.
Home. Soul. Sounds. And filling the belly.
Sam Cooke's urgent intent to nest the bones, ignore the gritty songs of collard greens. Violent intonations fill Motown and the Temptations devour pork chops and savagery and desegregation.
Murmers break bread on the vinyl of the sad.
From the gut, horn heavy, sex songs suggesting attics filled with the temporal nature of all things.
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