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          • September 21, 2011 9:00 pm
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            Really asshole?! Another fucking R.E.M. memorial?

            Yeah but this song…

            Its got that intoxicating beauty of autumn. Ragged stream of consciousness dirge. Fuck! Its got Patti Smith!! Its got the feeling of nature, that all good REM songs had.

            Country roads - ancient houses - dead colorful leaves. 

            The beautiful sad poet, scrawling shitty poetry in some old cafe. Turning pain into something seductive. Dark and glittering glimpses of what could be, but an almost joyous” fuck yeah” in knowing that the end will be bitter and thankfully alone.

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