“Heard this in Dunkin' Donuts this morning. First thought: "Damn, this should've been on the playlist for Chrissy's memorial event". Second thought (which is triggered literally every time I hear this song): "Damn, this song is amazing and perfect and I love it unequivocally. Why have I never owned a copy? Let's fix that. Okay. Largest iced coffee you got, black, please."
Seriously, though, it seems like a little masterpiece, sonically and lyrically. So much pathos. Feeble threats. Different perspectives. I think that if I'd heard this song this morning for the first time (and not the ten thousandth), I'd have been floored.”
Heard this in Dunkin' Donuts this morning. First thought: "Damn, this should've been on the playlist for Chrissy's memorial event". Second thought (which is triggered literally every time I hear this song): "Damn, this song is amazing and perfect and I love it unequivocally. Why have I never owned a copy? Let's fix that. Okay. Largest iced coffee you got, black, please."
Seriously, though, it seems like a little masterpiece, sonically and lyrically. So much pathos. Feeble threats. Different perspectives. I think that if I'd heard this song this morning for the first time (and not the ten thousandth), I'd have been floored.
No idea what possessed me to jam this - being the first time I have tried anything from the 19 #80s here at all. Oh well, I've had jams that have lingered for as much as a whole two hours before I changed my mind so...
4