This is one of my favourites off my Something Borrowed Something Blue album, for many reasons. It’s such a simple song, simple melody, simple lyrics about love and the beautiful tragedy of human frailty. I feel like the writer is mended somehow with the Baby Grand piano pieces throughout. The vinyl needle static is pure & nostalgic for me personally, growing up with a record player.
Now
Something so sad
has hold of us
that
the breath
leaves
and we can’t even
cry
C.Bukowski
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