Lyrics: Cold Wet Candy. Other. Vista Ruido Buena (The Noise Song).

noise
hypnotic and tribal
brass buttons and knobs,
melting together,
as taut cat whiskers pulse.
an angry snake,
devours its mouse a la mode
tail shaking, misbehaving.

voice over voices,
stream of rolling tongues;
touching, grasping,
kissing these Latin lyrics
as they escape mouths
entwined in passionate frenzy.

the chorus beckons to join
the flamboyant parade of
laughter, rhythm, bliss.
a dense coil of white
winds itself, slowly,
into the damp night air
from the pursed lips of a passer-by,
holding his Cuban close to his face,
swaying to beats like a
weak tree in the cruelest of winds.

Thick fingers on frail ivory bones,
leading softly, a loosened grip
now dragging the tune
in maniacle pace,
adding playful sophistication,
as the deep cracks of the drum
continue in the darkness.

toes become legs become arms,
necks and shoulders detatch,
though remaining inseperable.
as the universe spins to life
in this rendition of
the ancient art of
noise.