An Aptly Fictional Description
The Number Twelve Looks Like You
And it was so contradicory yet deliberately put never should we start a lecture with a quote
Two tone stage background the actors returning home to eat food covered in nothing good served in purple plasticwear the orchestra isn't craving our attention it sparks the active chords and the stage is set ablaze the conductor lights a cigarette we look at illustrations of ourselves
The orchestra isn't craving, just isn't craving our attention.
Appliances that would blow a fuse at any time while conducting an ancient family recipe to the very next generation
We never saw them coming we've been throwing stones at glass houses for too long its such a cliche.