Strange rumblings


I get this a great deal. I walk around with melody and words mixing and matching themselves throughout the day. Some would call it a curse and I would call it a strange rumbling.
This struck me while driving in my car, little girl in the back humming along.
Think of something off Pet Sounds as a melody:

There’s a buzzard swimming in the bright blue sky
And there’s a fish flying in the deep blue sea
And it all means so much
And your love for me

There’s a grain of sand floating on the desert floor
And there’s plankton boiling in the deep blue sea
And it all is sacrificed
As your love for me

Song to come.

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