Sunday, November 06, 2011

The Honest Truth

 

All my time I’ve walked a filed line 
I’ve held a vacant sign upon my eyelids 
All my time O’ Lord I’ve been so blind 
but now I see the light
peek through my door-jamb

This is Neutral Milk Hotel & Arcade Fire & Sylvia Plath & chamber music, rolled into one beatific mess.

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