If music were a woman,
what color would her hair be?
beautiful/dangerous
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4 comments:
Red, like my friend Molly or Donna from "That 70s Show."
he is right, her hair would be red. Visiting blond aliens say that red hair is caused by sugar and lust. Sugar and lust also make good music.
Red like rust biting heart strings?
Plucking unexplored chords.
Red like blood vocally pulsing through life’s lackluster?
Stepping one beat back for a closer look.
Red is the longest visible wave lenth...butween your eyes and the radio is infrared...that is the color of her hair
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