nicklas:

The Band - It Makes No Difference.

The very sad love song that I couldn’t choose yesterday.

It makes no diff’rence
How far I go
Like a scar, the hurt will always show
And it makes no diff’rence
Who I meet
They’re just a face in the crowd on a dead-end street

Rick Danko, one of the best soul/folk-singers ever. He deserved better after the Band split up.

To reblog the self is a sure sign of narcissism? Perhaps, but more people should listen to this damnit. Very appropriate today too. I don’t know why, but a few words have rattled around in the head all day: “I’m sorry.” There is no reason that I can think of, which makes me rather perplexed about the whole thing.

(I also noticed in my archive a Thea Gilmore song with zero plays. Zero. I cried a bit.)

Blur — Tender. I prefer the live versions, the chorus with the choir never felt quite right to me even if it is a sing-along hymn.

The very sappy night of Tuesdays in May.

Tender is the ghost
The ghost I love the most
Hiding from the sun
Waiting for the night to come
Tender is my heart
I’m screwing up my life
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind

I could lie to myself — and sometimes I do — but I’m not the existentialist I think I am. Even though I don’t believe in the “complete me” and “half a soul” for one bit, I am a bleeding heart romantic. Sort of. It’s sprinkled with cynical toppings and pockets of self-destructive sarcasm. There are a wide array of issues that make this and I a bad mix. That’s why I sometimes lie and claim to be that existentialist. It’s easier to combine with body horror.

Garfunkel and Oates — As You Are

The very sappy night of Thursdays in May.

I know that you can get sad sometimes
I see it mostly when you smile
Let go of all of your supposed crimes
Just be with me for a while