Wednesday, October 15, 2014

delicious

take all that heartbreak, put it in a food processor, add some salt and pepper to taste, maybe some serrano peppers and cumin, a little sugar, all the fixins, make it something you'd want to dip these chips into:

1. the way he says "flower" in the bridge of the second verse




2. the "conversation" in the beginning, and conversions of like-minded souls at bars on dearborn



3. when the beat kicks in



4. the candid non-seriousness that adds to the tiredness of this song



5. at 1:24, where you're left suspended in mid-air, gasping over the horizon, waiting and questioning the inevitable sweet release of everything beautiful about this whole world


sometimes you have to puke out your guts to stay hungry.





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