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"
Friday, August 5, 2011
Bright Eyes "Lover I Don't Have to Love"
Bright Eyes, "Lover I Don't Have to Love" from Lifted or The Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground (2002, Saddle Creek)
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