“Language just happened, it was never planned; and it’s inadequate to describe where I am, in the room of my house where the light’s never been, waiting for this day to end…”
I was going back through my CDs, looking for music I haven’t listened to for a while, and came across “Fevers and Mirrors” by Bright Eyes (Conor Oberst). The man has a way with words. Every song attacks emotion and every lyric sears into your psyche. Which is to say, he’s another melancholy artist that I really enjoy listening to when I write. It’s certainly not the happiest album in the world, but today, you should make it mandatory listening.
“Once the page of a calendar is turned it’s no more. So tell me then, what was it for?”