You don’t seem to understand,
the first three tracks of Thirteen Tales,
they move me.
the first three tracks of Thirteen Tales,
they move me.
They are sweat-soaked long afternoons,
no air-conditioning,
cracked earth taste in the air,
the feel of wind past an open car window,
driving–driving–driving forward.
They ooze into each other,
beautiful enough to focus on,
high-cranked past blast,
subdued enough to soundtrack almost anything.
Listen to it with me:
