I think I got a glimpse of what this lyric means (or could mean) this week in regards to my blasted art and my paralyzing hyper-interest in the world. I was contemplating such matters today while walking to class and feeling suffocated by my lack of omniscience ...
and then a man that was walking behind me began to play the ukelele.
I think my soul got whiplash from the sudden transition from gravity to levity, and I got that special feeling comparable the the Bathroom Opera of '06.
Bless you Joanna Newsom, and bless you ukelele man.
Amber's and Carmen's birthday
2 months ago
3 reason(s) to click here:
I told you that you'd like Joanna. I can't get enough of her. You haven't even had a chance to hear The Milk-Eyed Mender yet.
But I digress.
...as he almost always does.
Was the ukelele man on campus? I saw him too!
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