who'd a thunk it
 

*now put yourself in the music,
the moment, you own it,
don't you ever let it go...*

weird...as compared to something of this sort:

*genius to, fall asleep to your tape last night
(so warm)
sounds go through the muscles, these abstract wordless
movements...
they start off cells that haven't been touched before...
these cells are virgins...
(waking up slowly)
my headphones,
they saved my life.
your tape...
it lulled me to sleep.*

and then, to think...nothing, i think, could ever cut deeper than some of the Bristol artists;

*it's your heart that's so wrong, mistaken, you'll never know, your feathered sacred self...and you can't deny how i feel, and why should you decide for me*

*and you can laugh, your spineless laugh, we hope your rules and wisdom choke you...and now we are one in everlasting peace...*

*i bounce off walls, lose my footing and fall,
it can be sweet though incomplete though
and the frames will freeze, see me on all fours...
inertia keeps, she's coming up slowly...slowly*

this one miraculous verse has left me, but i'll supplement it with another just as fitting, from a home-grown canadian, still living in toronto, with an almost purely torontonian sound...

*stay awhile longer sweet tongue of fur and feather,
there is a white breast, waiting for you here...*

or, back to the "how music affects me" theme...

*the slowest melodies coated me,
soothing rhythm stoked the fire in my belly
music is the man that made a woman out of me...
the purest voices call to me
deafening as the cry of 10,000 babies
music was the lamb that made a lion out of me...
long as I have my voice, I don't need arms to hold
i never need arms to hold me...
swallow me*