My hands hover over a Ouija board. Our hands are almost touching. Our hands are listening to plastic. I’ve begun to decode the contradicting last sentences you said to me, parsing them into Ouija language, spelling our names over and over again, then just our initials, then just yes or no, then sun and moon. I understand the message, but I don’t know if I am communicating with a living human or a departed ghost when the oracle moves to the bottom of the board and you say, “I swear I’m not making this move.”
MP3: Bright Eyes- Land Locked Blues
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I love this song.
Even though they don’t have much in common beyond being somber songs, the fact that they both have “walk away” in their opening lines, has made it so that this song always makes me think of a Camper Van Beethoven song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6SUU2Wysujw
And, well, the Camper song is a go to song for me at certain, specific moments.
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