instructions for experiencing where did you sleep last night, nirvana, within the enclosure of a moving car:
1. pull up to a stoplight. start the song.
2. start singing the lyrics, mezzoforte.
3. increase the intensity of your voice at the last stanza. by the last line, you should be screaming. you are unaware of tone. your entire body strains. you are singing from your chest cavity. you fall forward.
instructions for experiencing maps, yeah yeah yeahs, within the enclosure of a moving car:
1. merge from the on-ramp to the middle lane of a highway, late evening. start the song.
2. at the sound of the opening trill, think about leaving home.
3. press your foot against the accelerator. think more about leaving home. notice the sky slowly shifting into night. the lights beside the highway flicker on, fly past you.
4. cry.
20 parts poemas de amor, 2 parts cotton sweaters from the gap. pour over tiny asian girl and shake.
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