Ok...now that I have vented about this ridiculous living situation I feel better...and I will post about music! I have been loving the latest Okkervil River record, The Stage Names, so much that I dove into some of their older stuff today to get reacquainted. I had forgotten how much I loved their album Black Sheep Boy, and specifically the song 'A Stone'...I'd be willing to bet everyone has an...
And I think I believe that if stones could dream, they’d dream of being laid side-by-side, piece-by-piece, and turned into a castle for some towering queen they’re unable to know. And when that queen’s daughter came of age, I think she’d be lovely and stubborn and brave, and suitors would journey from kingdoms away to make themselves known. And I think that I know the bitter dismay of a lo
