Mar 31, 2011 01:36
tonight I was driving back from a friends house. im listening to four winds by bright eyes, singing along to myself I get to this part;
Well I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee retracing my steps
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They said, "You'd better look alive"
And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the Black Hills, the Badlands, the calloused East
I buried my ballast. I made my peace.
Heard Four Winds, leveling the pines
And thats where I hear Seans voice out of nowhere singing in my head, the exact same way I heard him sing this song last.