i'm probably goin to raise some eyebrows of those in the know with this relatively obscure selection.. then again, those actually in the know should appreciate exactly why this song grips me as it does..
music to me is all about depth.. a clever hook or a catchy beat only goes so far, and thats why i would take Sage Francis's frank depiction of a troubling childhood over real music rather than Ludacris & Mary J Blige's commercial-format soul-lacking shock-single..
"Time seeps into our skin, age indicates how long we've been lost in space -
I keep putting expression-less looks on my face
An awful waste of human skin, who waits for Autumn to begin
My fall from grace, will do me in too late (I'm out of seasoning)
No spring chicken, summer romance novel writer could win a prize
It's Nobel, go to hell in a riding vehicle that he winterized"
Thursday, February 22, 2007
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