Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Music's melodic siren song lies simply in its very abundance.
For, as the occassion calls, there is doubtless a tune to match. Oft, as hot-headedness melts mellowly into tranquil consideration, a single record can effortlessly guide you along the way.
Listening to(and lovin'): Left and Leaving(Weakerthans)
Garage sale, Saturday.
I need to pay my heart's outstanding bills.
A cracked up compass and a pocket watch,
some plastic daffodils. Cutlery and coffee cups
I stole from all night restaurants.
A sense of Wonder, only slightly used.
A year or two to haunt you in the dark.
A phone call from far away,
with a "hi how are you today"
The sign reads
"recovery comes to the broken ones..."
For, as the occassion calls, there is doubtless a tune to match. Oft, as hot-headedness melts mellowly into tranquil consideration, a single record can effortlessly guide you along the way.
Listening to(and lovin'): Left and Leaving(Weakerthans)
Garage sale, Saturday.
I need to pay my heart's outstanding bills.
A cracked up compass and a pocket watch,
some plastic daffodils. Cutlery and coffee cups
I stole from all night restaurants.
A sense of Wonder, only slightly used.
A year or two to haunt you in the dark.
A phone call from far away,
with a "hi how are you today"
The sign reads
"recovery comes to the broken ones..."
# posted by Greg @ 9:05 PM 
