Meet a hat. It can be vicious in any way. Typically worn by sharply suited evil, it can also be donned by a good heart.
Some wear it all the time, hiding secrets they wish to whisper only to the stars when they gaze from 6 feet below and their spirits, one with the wind.
Others prefer to remain grounded, soak in the open rays, maintain peace with conscience. Soon, the law of diminishing returns makes its presence known, forcing the unwilling abandonment of what was once ideal.
Circumstance, the honest advisor, said we all need to wear a vicious hat at least once, at some point in our lives.
Is circumstance right? Maybe. Viciousness with a good heart. How is that possible? All deeply engraved in intentions.
Listening to this for the first time, the dreamy melodies transport you away from what is, allowing you to Lose yourself In Translation of each note. I am reminded of the city’s bright flickering lights, the noises from the crowded roads, the commotion all around, the dodgy karaoke joints, the dirty cigg butts that litter the floor, the loneliness she felt at the Hyatt.
Isn’t it funny, that even with so much noise, it is still possible to sound (and feel) so quiet?
