Rabbit, rabbit! No doubt we would have gotten back to Boston sooner if we had not accidentally driven through Windsor, Connecticut on our way back from New York, but since we spent our time in the city on Prospect Park, dinner at Terroir, and the late show of Vanessa Gould's Obit. (2016) at the Film Forum, I am calling this road trip with
rushthatspeaks a success. I am also going as soon as I possibly can to sleep. In the immortal words of Grunkle Stan: worth it.
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- 1: If I'm hoping, then I'm hoping for the frost
- 2: There's nothing here but echoes
- 3: There's no boat to take me where all the stars go to cross the water
- 4: Once you know it's a dream, it can't hurt
- 5: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 6: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 7: Let the lights run like rivers all over my skin
- 8: I am bound to these shores, I'll be bound till the end
- 9: Wish everyone could hear when she sings
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