Today's sole redeeming feature has been the discovery of the Decemberists' "The Rake's Song," a reasonably hard-rocking murder ballad. The circumstances of its album's conception—inspired by Anne Briggs, going to feature Robyn Hitchcock—also make me happy, but right now not as much as singing headbangingly about infanticide.
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- 1: Re-reading our texts from the strawberry days
- 2: It's not what I was made to do, but believe me, I still care
- 3: Am I one of those human beings?
- 4: Just took time to say, I'll drop you a line
- 5: I'm yours in the day and the dead of night
- 6: And four hours north of Portland, the radio flips on
- 7: You are just the fingertips of something
- 8: I yield to her cry, losing my own names within me
- 9: Shaking off the echoes of yesterday
- 10: Everything I love is on the table, everything I love is out to sea
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