Monday, April 05, 2010


I can't quiet put my finger on it but there seems to be an air of nonchalant loveliness to this song. I feel as if I'm stretched out on my bed, glazed over on a Sunday morning, lamenting the night before as sunlight invites itself into my room and blankets me, giving my body some sort of washed over reprieve from all the dirt and dry sweat on my skin I just can't seem to shake off. Waves and waves of creamy distortion backed with forceful drums and the prettiest of Savannah voices provide comfort in my own personal rut. Kinda like hugging a pastel switchblade.

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