Check out my podcast from this past weekend. I review a show we saw at Metro and spin some old vinyl blues favorites I've found.

"it seems like it all comes crashing. im sorry so. damn sorry. it seems like it all comes crashing. im sorry so. damn sorry. show me

"i want to take you far. from the cidics in this town. and kiss you on the mouth. will cut our bodies free. from the teders of this scene. start a brand new colony. where everything will change. will give ourselves new names. identities erased. the sun will heat the ground. under off our feet. and this brand new colony" -the postal service
ripping pages of this book where the storyline makes lack of better sense to readers with creative minds. laying heavy asphault pavements, buried dreams underneath.

"so let me go out there. i can breathe fresh air. stay with you all night. just let me love you. just for a while want to. be with you all night. be with you all night. just let me be here. i wont tell anyone. dont want to wake up" -snow patrol
sleep less nights have been taking its toll on breath less days when i should be thinking to sleep. tearing apart imagery of cemented city skies.

"wouldnt you remember. could you leave me alone. in september. in november. cause its better when i dont know youre home. in december. when ever. when ever i say" -tiara
im sorry. i didnt mean to wish you a happy birthday. i only wanted to sound important in a season and time such as this.