I always skip your posts when they are song lyrics

[waitforx]

because I can't hear the music. But I can hear the music in my head; I can hear David Bazan and Paul Simon and Efrim, all singing in harmony with their different words. But the meanings resonate the same.

They say

"to five or six innocent automobiles waiting in their nearby spots. What a cruel God we've got."

and

"Song dogs barkin' at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edge of the thunderstorm. And these old hopes and fears still at my side."

and

"When once we were some clumsy army, now we are just lazy hens. I think I'll quit to the valley until the light finds me again."

And those Stars of the Lid bastards from Austin make my head feel perfect, but I know it's not.

So I'm waiting for Chris Simpson to come and save me again. Early November. Early November.