Headpsin / Talespin Odysseus never had to contend with a whirlpool and a siren at the same time. chasing myself ouroubouroubourou the turntable is on repeat the needle tracks my arm and swings only to pivot and return The tale is the same spinning myself round a hole in the middle Or is it at the end I never get to This is tail spin that lovesick feeling of having been here before, singing my own siren song that she knows nothing of. How did I get myself into this?