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To me, it is a song about creative block. The fuzz in my head grows like the fuzz on that piece of leftover steak in my fridge. White noise = no thoughts, repeating imitation = same old thoughts.
To me, it is a song about creative block. The fuzz in my head grows like the fuzz on that piece of leftover steak in my fridge. White noise = no thoughts, repeating imitation = same old thoughts.