Listening to: Sunny Day Real Estate, "Diary". Great stuff for early morning spielsmithing. Basically they dump some soul-mumbling and mellow shrieking over some filthy radiohead and/or cranberriesque riffs. Jeremy Enigk's vocals dredge up images of Bjork with chest-hair (or more chest-hair, depending on Bjork's regular follicular saturation). If your hobbies include decoding lyrics, then this album is your mother lode. The following is called Seven, and it has something to do with broken mirrors. I think. "sew it on. face the fool. december's tragic drive - when time is poetry and stolen the world outside - the waiting could crush my heart - the tide breaks a wave of fear and brave songs disappear to the secret voice of dawn - this last time raise my eyes - you'll taste it in time the right words in time. the mirrors lie those aren't my eyes destroy them raise my hand reflected in savage shards a new face a soul reborn." Real cutesy stuff, like the spice girls and whatnot.
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