Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Leonard

While I wait with baited breath for the new Fiona A album, I've had this track off Sharon Van Etten's Tramp on incessant repeat. You ever feel like a song was not only written for you, but with you, newly, every time you listen to it? Not only is the melody dreamy and timeless but the words find new meaning for me with every listen. Always the hallmark of an amazing track.

Well, well, hell
I am bad

Well, well, hell
I am bad at loving

Well, well, hell
I am bad at loving you


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