Love is lighter than air – The Magnetic Fields
I think i’m just going to point out the little things i love in songs. Every time i expand on things only ugly, crotchety words ever seem to come out. I have aspirations (so people would like me more, obviously) of the short, simple, beautiful, elucidatory kind of semi-poetry that others are imbued with but is beyond curmudgeonly old me. You don’t win friends with words. This won’t last. The way the “Summer, summer, summer…“‘s rise, roll and flow, and the delicate/droll way that Stephin sings them. I like that.
