Today was so failmade, discovering the Mountain Goats' "Lovecraft in Brooklyn" was almost its only redemption. A friend did send me some tentacle porn, however, and I have just received spam whose subject header reads "The Bachelor's Roseless Conclusion"—I'm sure it's a stolen pop headline, but I think it might still be the best title ever. At least a song by the Decemberists or David Bowie. When I am feeling a little less scraped out, I need to mention Milk (2008), Spirited Away (2001), and Fearless (1993), all of which I saw this week, and something about Edith Sitwell.
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- 1: Can you see me? I'm waiting for the right time
- 2: There's nothing here but echoes
- 3: If I'm hoping, then I'm hoping for the frost
- 4: There's no boat to take me where all the stars go to cross the water
- 5: Once you know it's a dream, it can't hurt
- 6: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 7: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 8: Let the lights run like rivers all over my skin
- 9: I am bound to these shores, I'll be bound till the end
- 10: Wish everyone could hear when she sings
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