The thing about this record is that every line, both sung and played, is absolute poetry. Nectar of the melodious gods that got us through every worst and best part of the last eleven years.
The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
the strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say “I wanted it this way”
Wait for the year to drown.
Spring forward, fall back down.
I’m trying not to wonder where you are.
All this time lingers, undefined.
Someone choose who’s left and who’s leaving.
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adwilliams said:
Did you get the new re-issue on blue vinyl?!?
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peterr reblogged this from weknowthenight and added:
What she said. Such an important album.
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