Friday, December 24, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
we tripped the lights fantastic
Old 97's | Music Hall of Williamsburg | Brooklyn | 12.10.10
Won't you linger, let me run my fingers through your hair?
Won't you stay? I can't play like I don't care.
I think you're dope, and I hope I'm making myself clear.
I think you're fly and that's why I'm getting out of here.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
she appears in his dreams
Two words ... Tweedy. Solo.
remember to remember me
standing still in your past
floating fast like a hummingbird
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