Suspicious Minds at Half Speed in Your Kitchen
A chopped and screwed poetry remix of Elvis Presley’s Suspicious Minds. The poem (below) is comprised of rearranged lyrics from the original song.
How do you deal with heartache? Do you cope with comedy? Do you lean in with manic making, throwing yourself into the sink or the purple light? Here’s to heartache and what comes after.
:: we’re caught, honey, dreams go on so if you still see me, I’ll say trap, mmm yeah, good things die why can’t you let us? love stop survive my tears dry, we can’t build our dreams, let our love believe, I can’t walk out, I walk out, I can’t walk out, I walk out, don’t you know you love these suspicious minds ::
