And I know I'm not the only one who loves this record. More Jimmy Eat World, forever and always. Where so many artists lose their appeal with fads and you just get out of touch with their work, this band proves to me that I can only love them more.
And when I watch that, I can't help but wanna sing the harmonies. So good. I really noticed the guitar parts in this recording and kinda loved 'em.
Not to mention "Dizzy," an unbelievable addition to the heartbreaking songs this band can write. If everything I meant to you, you can lick and seal and fold into then I've been so blind
And in many ways, the reasons this blog is here is because when I don't know what to do anymore, I find heartbreaking songs. Dizzy ends, Clarity begins, I have common usage errors to study for class, and just like that finding the right music gets my day back where it should be. Moving forward.
The songs that matter, when they matter, and why they matter -- to me, at least.
Monday, January 25, 2010
1/25/10
Cheer up, honey I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stuff
Honey kisses clouds of fluff
Shoulders shrugging off
Cheer up, honey I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with radio cures
Electronic surgical words
Picking apples for the kings and queens of things I've never seen
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Cheer up, honey I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stars
Honey kisses clouds of love
Picking apples for the kings and queens of things I've never seen
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Cheer up, honey I hope you can
-Radio Cure,
Wilco, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stuff
Honey kisses clouds of fluff
Shoulders shrugging off
Cheer up, honey I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with radio cures
Electronic surgical words
Picking apples for the kings and queens of things I've never seen
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Cheer up, honey I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stars
Honey kisses clouds of love
Picking apples for the kings and queens of things I've never seen
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Cheer up, honey I hope you can
-Radio Cure,
Wilco, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
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