It’s been such a huge month in terms of releases and I promise I’ll post everything I’ve written about all these new albums but… let’s just appreciate Frank for a second. Here’s the 30 seconds of Blond that bring me to tears each time.
Outro of White Ferrari:
I’m sure we’re tall in another dimension, you say we’re small and not worth the mention.
You’re tired of moving, your body’s aching.
We could vacate, there’s places to go.
Clearly this isn’t all that there is, can’t take what’s been given.
But we’re so okay here, we’re doing fine.
Primal and naked, you dream of walls that hold us in prison.
It’s just a skull, ‘least that’s what they call it, and we’re free to roam.