I couldn’t tell you anything you needed to know. I couldn’t help you with the pressures of your exacting throes.
Come have at us, we are strong.
Come have at us, we are strong.
Come have at us, we are strong. WE.
Come have at us, we are strong. ARE.
Come have at us, we are strong. STRONG.
Come have at us, we are strong.
The coiled cord was dangling, the phone was off the hook.
Your stone-wall expression was a dialing tone of defiance.
My gaze, anemic, searched
for a vibrant color
to make sense of it.
[Purchase Julian Plenti Is… Skyscraper.]
Background music is good. I like it. Felt it was too small for a slow paced song.
This was one of my favourite albums of last year. ‘Madrid Song’ gives me hope that Madrid can produce something of use, then I think of Real Madrid and laugh at myself. ‘H’ is also a damn good song. Not sure how to describe it, but it’s quite unique.