Wednesday, 30 March 2011

i don't know about my dreams

With the risk of sounding like a critic-loving hipster, this must be one of the most perfect songs in existence. That voice, that bit of piano near the end, the waves of sound. I just want to lay on the floor of my room in the slanting patch of sunlight and listen to this for a few days.

Also, the video. The video is kind of perfect too.

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