The National is doing just that: snapping heartstrings and tying them back together, again and again. It's "England," and I don't want to know what the words really are, because I hear "Afraid of the house / stay the night with the sinners," and that's what I want it to say. That's what I want to hear ( Read more... )

Ben Gibbard, "You Remind Me of Home"
You remind me of home ( Read more... )

Everyone seems to be saying good riddance to 2007, but I'm not sure where it went, and I'm lagging behind and whimpering. I always hate New Year's Eve - all that buildup for nothing. Nothing changes but the clock, which ticks on regardless of whether we kiss each other or toast or what. How very teenage and maudlin of me ( Read more... )