Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Conor Oberst
I close my eyes, I see a staircase
Leading upwards into blank space
All of creation makes a sound too soft to hear
Leading upwards into blank space
All of creation makes a sound too soft to hear
M. Ward
We are tireless fighters
But we cannot make it on our own
We are bareback riders
We are lost on our way back home
But we cannot make it on our own
We are bareback riders
We are lost on our way back home
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Joanna Newsom
Never get so attached to a poem you forget truth that lacks lyricism. Never draw so close to the heat that you forget that you must eat, oh...
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