“third Wes Anderson-based jam in a row”
third Wes Anderson-based jam in a row
Songs that remind me of mortality have always held a bitter fascination for me. Love/hate at it's best!
I wish that I knew what I know now,
When I was younger...
I needed to hear this this morning, and I didn't even know it.
("She was my Rushmore, Max." "I know. She was mine, too.")
I always thought that Ron Wood had a very soulful, Dylanesque sort of voice, I wish he had taken vocals on more Faces tracks.