This song is weird and I don’t know what the video means. But it feels lost and confused in the middle of the night and that’s about right for this book, so… She said it’s cold outside and she hands me my raincoat She’s always worried about things like that / And she only sleeps […]
This one’s a little more metaphorical and I can’t explain because spoilers. Also, I am very, very sleepy. So… here’s some… pretty music with birds in it? I’m going to nap now. I’d rather be the one who loves than to be loved and never even know
No tunes today. Today only this: * Not a joke. Pretty sure there’s a similar level of truthfulness at work here as there was in most of the traditional ballads written back in the day.