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Counting Crows – A Long December

One of my favorite songs of all time.

A long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can’t remember… the last thing that you said as you were leavin’
Now the days go by so fast

And it’s one more day up in the canyons
And it’s one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven… I wish you would

The smell of hospitals in winter

And the feeling that it’s all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl

And it’s one more day up in the canyons
And it’s one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California… I think you should

Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower…
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her

And it’s been a long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass

And it’s one more day up in the canyon
And it’s one more night in Hollywood
It’s been so long since I’ve seen the ocean… I guess I should.

Two Gallants – Threnody

I’ve been listening to Two Gallants, and this album specifically, a lot lately. This live version is very nice…

Spiritual Front – No Kisses on the Mouth

I was introduced to Spiritual Front by one of my best friends, Dennis, years ago. Probably sometime around… 2006? I think their album, Armageddon Gigolo’ had recently come out.

This is one of the best songs on that album, by far. There are reference to the film, Salò, and the whole song just makes me relaxed and uneasy at the same time. Maybe it’s having seen the film…

Not my favorite Spiritual Front song, though. That will come later.

The limit of love is that of needin’ always an accomplice.
The limit of love is that of needin’ always an accomplice.
The limit of love is that of needin’ always an accomplice.
The limit of love is that of needin’ always an accomplice.