Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Imaginary Johnny – Fleas

“Don’t take my patience, my reserves are exhausted. Don’t take my patience for granted.” The narrator has a lot on his mind, and buries his rambling thoughts and meanderings of how social lies and disease get spread. And it’s all happening in the mix of a slow dance beat surrounded by drums, bass and guitars whirling around his story. “From the high-dive to the gutter grate they’re spreading fear.” Imaginary Johnny