Sunday, September 19, 2010

We Used to Wait

So I never wrote a letter,
I never took my true heart, I never wrote it down.
So when the lights cut out,
I was left standing in the wilderness downtown.



I've spent the majority of my weekend in bed, and the entirety of the time exploring music. With a library of almost 5,000 songs, it's easy to lose sight (or hearing, rather) of the broad selection that is available. One item that has never disappointed is the Arcade Fire. Bred in Montreal, their music has an eery, yet almost uplifting feel. It's hard not to listen without sinking deep into thought, but that isn't always a bad thing.

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