i want to
but won't
try to figure
him out.
his words are like
a baby's. genius but
incomprehensible.
"i am only a person!"
i want to
but won't
try to figure
him out.
his words are like
a baby's. genius but
incomprehensible.
"i am only a person!"
the only song other than wu-tang clan's "shame on a nigga" that is guaranteed to pull me from bad states. i dream of becoming a karaoke god to this.
i like to think this is eno's version of a love ballad. if it was given to me on a mix tape i would swoon.
"AND THERE WAS YOU."
the material is nothing groundbreaking. despite this opinion i now wish (even more desperately) that i were brown.
"damn she's fine!"
"you provoke a brother."
i'm talking Death to the Pixies Live at full volume. i'm talking who's ed but who cares. i'm talking 2:07 +.
holds one of the more special places in my soul. i fell into it at a lonelier time than now and hearing it now softens what was. that voice.