Seriously! I have been listening to the since high school and they keep getting better. I fucking love this band! Have gotten to seem them live 9 times and Connor solo 5 times.
The pedal steel is such an expressive instrument. The unsettled harmonies of your vocals and the uniquely powerful expressiveness of the steel reveal the deeply emotional nature of the lyrics. This is a beautiful capture of overpowering sadness and loss. Even me, proudly rejecting emotion, find this supremely moving and relatable. This is proper meaningful art.
This was written by our generation's genius- Prince! Ani difranco has the best cover of many beautiful ones 😊 had to say that in case any younguns didn't know about the Purple Man,💜
Thank you for these continued companion albums! This cover sounds different (and original in its own style) than the original and personally I prefer this version, it's so beautiful...
Lyrics: When you were mine I gave you all of my money Time after time You done me wrong Just like a train You let all of my friends come over and meet You were so strange You didn't have the decency to change the sheets Oh, when you were mine I used to let you wear all of my clothes You were so fine Maybe that's the reason that it hurt me so I know (I know) That you're going with another guy I don't care (Don't care) 'Cause I love you, baby, that's no lie I love you more than I did When you were mine When you were mine You were kinda sorta my best friend I was so blind I let you fool around I never cared I never was the kind to make a fuss When he was there Sleeping in between the two of us I know (I know) That you're going with another guy I don't care (Don't care) 'Cause I love you, baby, that's no lie I love you more than I did When you were mine When you were mine You were all I ever wanted to do Now I spend my time Following him whenever he's with you I know (I know) That you're going with another guy I don't care (Don't care) 'Cause I love you, baby, that's no lie I love you more than I did When you were mine I love you more, I love you more I love you more than I did When you were mine I love you more, I love you more, I love you more I love you more, I love you more
"Dreams are often confused for wishes. Made upon something for anything you're without. Stars, candles, pennies, like they hold some dictative authority, a fondness for selfishness or selflessness. I doubt it. Next time you wish for anything, ask yourself what it is that you're wishing to and if you believe there's such a thing as luck you're confused again, that's fate." ,dan'
"I sat on the sofa drunk and incohering as Floyd walked circles around me with lit sage. I sat there like the moon as he entered and exited my peripheral from my light side to my dark. I didn't really know what he was doing or why but I think back on that moment fading in and out of obscurity like the weather and see oblivion was watching me with talons so true as Floyd shielded me like armor, like deet, like cellophane, like chicken wire. I awoke the next day with a headache wondering how I got home, a new day in crosshairs and a quiver full of arrows. Night would be here soon and my aim won't be as true but even if it takes me till twilight I'll slay it too. Death will find me one day and doom I doubt is searching but as long as I'm living you bet your ass I hide." ,dan'
"Jack and the beans talked about soup all day long. They told him that they loved making soup and he told them about how much he loved soup. He laid there in the tall grass kicking his feet happily as the beans began to introduce themselves one by one and even though they all looked the same, Jack remembered each and every one of their names and each and every one of the beans remembered him. He heard them praisingly cheering his name as he approached them during the weekends and after school and he broke a smile like a window, like dawn. One day Jack approached to silence and arrived to see the beans were gone. "Probably making soup." he thought as he laid in the tall grass growing like a hunger within him, feet held together in prayer waiting for their return." ,dan'
"Who are you? Dropping your world for anothers. Opposing attractions. Mannequin and magnifique. So humble. The dying sermon. Sinning religiously. What are you for? Tasks? Your face changes expression shedding its mask like plucking stars. You're broken, sand leaking out of your glass. You are one hour. One through twelve. One standing beside two like they were never alone. Who does one love the most? Seven. Who does seven love the most? One and six. Sixteen." ,dan'
"Everything that can't go wrong, won't go wrong. You will absorb the maximum amount of hits that life can land and you will walk away from them feeling a healing happening inside of you that only hurt can prescribe." ,dan'
"Mom wove baskets from unfurled green and red paper cord during Christmastime, stuffed them with oranges and sold them to put an extra gift or two under the tree. It's shitty how thrifty sells itself for the cookie cutter but we were young and made easy targets and mom and dad aimed to undisappoint so gingerbread men and candy canes it was." ,dan'
