8:38 p.m. - 2003-09-26
the british are coming!
Track twelve...and what a wonderful track it is. its just one of those songs. his voice hits the hair cells in my ears so softly that they vibrate in subtle way. "we laughed so hard (pause) and then we cried. that pause is in the perfect spot and lasts for a perfect amount of time. oh how lovely it is to hear music such as this. i would die to this music if i had the choice. i would give birth to this music if my child so desired. the violin chimes in and then the horn slowly makes its entrance...track one is so overwhelming. "i saw your face shining my way (pause) your timing." i've come to the conclusion that those who are from europe, england especially, transcend american writers. sorry for the hasty generalization, because that is definately not entirely true...but just right now it is, while i listen to badly drawn boy.
