So close to the edge it has basically already fallen off and been airlifted to the mayo clinic where it is deep in recovery.
So dark that it has become light again in an ironic sort of way.
So sad that it is busting at the seams with joy, if only to distract you from the fear.
So supremely happy that we have to throw in an echoey sentimental string riff to bring a tear to your eye.
So dark that it has become light again in an ironic sort of way.
So sad that it is busting at the seams with joy, if only to distract you from the fear.
So supremely happy that we have to throw in an echoey sentimental string riff to bring a tear to your eye.
CARDINALBEBOP is top-shelf pop, or a harbinger thereof. The brilliance of the pop song is it's lack of contextual investment... or at least it's ability to point at itself, laugh, and then go back to taking itself seriously again. We'd like to ride that white horse as well and say fuck it... let's dance!
Ugh... enough with the chatter. Let's enjoy some fucking pop music.