Immaculate
Silence. Or the sort of random noise
I hear when I’m not playing music, and
time passing has no purpose. Then, a hand
guides needle onto vinyl – a guitar
comes washing at my chambered ears. The voice
of Eddie Kendricks joins in harmony
with strings and bandmates. Ooh, they sing as one.
Now, Eddie shares his thoughts. I watch her as
she passes by. And here, across the horns
of yearning, he will build an edifice
for his love to inhabit, while the band
labors beside him. The drums tick, a range
of voices choirs his meaning. My heart aches,
the band are all immaculate, I can’t
imagine art more perfect. As the strings
come plunging, what was David Ruffin tells
how every night, he prays to God. The ball
of song trades back and forth, it’s expert work,
I hear it shimmer like a dream. The lady
doesn’t even know him in the end.
And The Temptations:
Immaculate
Nice one John.
Ooh, sing Fliss & W.-B. as one (*o*)
We like this one, John. Now, is it pent with substitutions? We do try to learn things, sometimes. The description 'washing at my chambered ears' seems particularly pleasant, likewise Eddie and his edifice. The ticking drums are good too, as is the ball of song. Enjoyed!
Best wishes,
Fliss
We like this one, John. Now, is it pent with substitutions? We do try to learn things, sometimes. The description 'washing at my chambered ears' seems particularly pleasant, likewise Eddie and his edifice. The ticking drums are good too, as is the ball of song. Enjoyed!
Best wishes,
Fliss
Noo, not that one. Is this it? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSNSTerj2Kc (^v^)