Everytime I ignore the impending doom in my life I feel like Klaus Kinski in the scene from Fitzcarraldo where the native americans are smashing drums angrily when seeing his ship and he just plops a Caruso record onto his gramophone and drowns it out mentally and looks only slightly satisfied because the doom never goes away
Every morning I wake up and I feel like the part of The Soft Bulletin where Feeling Yourself Disintegrate leads into Sleeping on the Roof and Wayne's voice just echoes the title of the song one last time and then it just gets painfully quiet and the crickets start chirping
Every morning I wake up and I feel like the part of The Soft Bulletin where Feeling Yourself Disintegrate leads into Sleeping on the Roof and Wayne's voice just echoes the title of the song one last time and then it just gets painfully quiet and the crickets start chirping