On Heavy Repeat
I have never outgrown that fifth grade practice of playing the same damn song over and over again.
Never.
And for the last two days, I have probably listened to the same damn song about 200 times. It's only three minutes and forty seconds long, but still. And it's a melodramatic, brooding, intense little piece full of violins and acoustic guitar. I'd say it's only salvation is that the performer is very much a straight male, and the rest of his canon isn't nearly so ridiculously self-obsessed and tortured. And I can't really believe that I can't stop listening to it. Except I can't stop listening to it. The best part?
The title of the song is actually SHAME.
Yes, that is exactly what it is.
Never.
And for the last two days, I have probably listened to the same damn song about 200 times. It's only three minutes and forty seconds long, but still. And it's a melodramatic, brooding, intense little piece full of violins and acoustic guitar. I'd say it's only salvation is that the performer is very much a straight male, and the rest of his canon isn't nearly so ridiculously self-obsessed and tortured. And I can't really believe that I can't stop listening to it. Except I can't stop listening to it. The best part?
The title of the song is actually SHAME.
Yes, that is exactly what it is.