My ipod was at it again this morning, hitting me with a heavy dose of the blues.
First in the form of
"Brass Buttons" by Gram Parsons and then
"Bad Liver And A Broken Heart" by Tom Waits.
On the plus side... well, I'll think of something.
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"It was a dream much too real to be leaned against too long. All the time, I think she knew. Her words still dance inside my head, her comb still lies beside my bed. And the sun comes up without her. It just doesn't know she's gone." |
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"I wish you'da known her, we were quite a pair. She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer." |
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