Christ. “New Slang” by The Shins is the most musically beautiful thing I’ve heard in a long while. And certainly no failure lyrically, though somewhat surreal.

Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
Never should have called
But my head's to the wall and I'm lonely.

And if you'd 'a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, I'd 'a jumped from my tree
And I'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
…
I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find.
Without a trust or flaming fields am I too dumb to refine?


It’s really just amazing. Wow.

Nothing else tonight. Happenings have been happening, but I’ll get back to that.