monday morning music

July 8, 2013

there is not a line in this song that is not weighted by sorrow. the kind you learn to live with and swallow every morning with your cup of coffee. there is a weariness in his voice. tired out by the truth, perhaps. sometimes honesty is a frail sound that lingers and grows. i think you will like it, this sad truth. (it's something like swimming at night, the endless deep.)

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