Neko Case - I'm an Animal
Sitting with Laura behind her bar in the day, boxed in by four buildings and the sun overhead a thing rarely seen and seemed new though I saw that space in the night twice a week at least. She was reading horoscopes and telling me about witches, about astrology, about the stars.
At one point I mentioned how this thing of beauty, whatever it was, "broke my heart." Laura felt sympathy for me but no, it was good, it was a glorious breaking that I wanted for for it was in beauty. She didn't understand.
I remember an immense admiration for John Keats when I was introduced to his work. Same with Nick Drake. I tend towards those who, it seems, have their names writ on water. Perhaps it's something inherent in my body, I tend toward sadness and think under any circumstance my body would react in this same wanton way. These is a beauty there, everywhere, and it kills me slowly with sorrowfully bowed strings.
And this song kills me. There's a humour there too, if you want.
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