I think about a world to come where the books were found by the golden ones, written in pain, written in awe by a puzzled man who questioned, "What are we here for?" All the strangers came today and it looks as though they're here to stay.
-David Bowie "Oh! You Pretty Things"
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Bright Eyes "Bowl of Oranges"
Bright Eyes, "Bowl of Oranges" from Lifted or The Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground (2002, Saddle Creek)
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