just when you think you know beautiful

[flupiajo]

Aimee Argote of Des Ark at a small unadvertised house show in Philly the other night completely floored me. Pained, intimate, drunk, using her boot as percussion & rocking forward in her tiny wooden chair until we were afraid she'd fall out of it. Bull owned the house, & became marginally distraught when guests set their bags & beer bottles down on

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You're going to disown me as a friend

[witshrprthnfang]

but I really don't like her. This Aimee person. Her voice is irritating, and I found the song a little boring. The lyrics are very pretty, though, and I think they should either be set to different music, or stand alone as poetry. I don't think the artist or the song does them justice. This could just be one song of hers that I don't like, so I'll do some research (while I should be researching my History project).