(Play both at the same time/Play them at once)
Field Notes
-Romance as a revolutionary weapon/people don't know where they heard it, but they heard it
A more simple way to say it is, you're looking from the dream
And those under the taboo of purity keep coming in as words (which ones) (I can't see them)
-There is nothing mystical about this operation, not the event itself, maybe the moment you became aware of it (those are rumors)
(people don't know where they hurt, but they hurt)
A more final way to say it is, shhhh....peaceful, get your silence together, wear it like an isle before a ceremony, after a sermon (cleared, crowded) (which one), the terror and terrible lure...a child must be spun around, by her father, or like her father, like a foil windmill wobbling in the hot excursion of how I got here, quickly, and played back in the streets, subways, parks, delirium, a stroboscope lit up like a harp in the sun-out at the rush hour, stammering as the currency in charge of how of the situation sounds, skeptical, we kept holding hands in the almost dark until the camera broke.
A little longer,
even
