Tears on the sleeve of a man, don't wanna be a boy today Heard the eternal footman bought himself a bike to race And Greg he writes letters and burns his CDs They say you were something in those formative years
clockworkwombat: You misread my point. Burning cds to me means actually destroying them with fire, not sitting on a computer ripping mp3s. It's more poignant and signifies a deeper meaning to be so moved to destroy music, a strong trigger of memories.
"...still...?" among the finest "Hi, I'm [insert name here] and this is my second album, motherfuckers" craziest and most memorable moments in pop history. Closest thing I've found yet to scaring the hell out of me halfway through a lovely piano ballad is Polly Scattergood's B-side "Crystal Breaks"...srsly, check it out...
Even though this is one of the most overused chord-progressions in all of popular music, this somehow manages to always sound just as fresh and heartbreaking as it originally was, because of the special inflections of variation she places into the piano.