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