Into It. Over It.
Wicker Park
As you know me, you know I like to keep my chatting short and sweet.It's really for the sake of who's listening.Typically, when I'm long-winded, it's pretty lame.But as opinions bleed out, I'll make it quick before your records wear out-I'll raise my voice on the subject of subtle soundsand talk your ear off to a point of ironic interest -early '60s portraitsthrough antique rooms.You say, "This could be you, Columbia aught 62, all dolled-up in a blue classic background.And this could be me, Atlantic, aught 63, in a suit poised alone, I spin solos as stories."But you and I could never be that lavish.It's a point of ironic interest towardsearly '60s portraitsthrough antique rooms.
From Letras Mania