Remember the hits, they all spoke directly,

soothe the soul, play the mind, offer respite,

we could travel forever, often repeating the task,

sometimes waiting until the next day,

wanting to save the other side for another time,

a place,

a quiet interlude perhaps not nearly as baroque

when having a time, listening to the hits,

we had no need to bring our selves anywhere

else.

 

We always do have that choice though,

to listen to the other perspective,

to hear the words, the melody, the persona,

the wrenching truths perhaps laid bare in side B.