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I never really dreamed of heaven much 
Until we put him in the ground
But it’s all I’m doing now
Listening for patterns in the sound 

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Bright Eyes : Coyote Song

While doing research for my previous post, a review of Bright Eyes’ 2007 album Cassadaga (see here) I found out about Coyote Song… 57 more words


Bright Eyes : Cassadaga

Leave the bright blue door on the whitewashed wall

Leave the death ledger under City hall

Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today…

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And I didn’t know what I was doing
Seeing streaks of dissonance cognitive ignorance piling at my feet as an angel quoted Pavlov in Austin through his trumpet of his heart, 118 more words


Conor Oberst and the thrill of it all

I was worried I’d miss something important by being away from the internet, but hurrah for the newspapers and radio which keeps me up to date on all that really matters. 383 more words