At first I thought this song was all ethereal fluff like cotton candy and pixie dust and faeries, so I wrote a cute little story about a boy floating through pink edible clouds, but as I kept listening I realized there’s something else at the heart of it.
Somewhere, holding it all together, is a resonate harmony, like a neon laser through the mist or maybe that completely satisfied exhale when you peel off your socks and plop down on your couch and take that first swig of whiskey after a long sweaty day.
[Buy The Mud Story if you support God’s decision to invent both cotton candy and whiskey.]
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