Transatlanticism:
The state of being much too far from your significant other.
Rather than sensibly going to bed at a reasonable hour for a change, my iTunes shuffle guided me to rediscover my love for this record (a personal favorite of mine which I have neglected for some time.) If you’ve never had the pleasure of listening before, I whole heartedly suggest you do because Ben Gibbard is a lyrical genius, and a man after my own heart. What a fucking brilliant album, from the first track, to the last.
Nothing sexier than a babe in AP
“Abuse me, use me, shut up and do me,
cuz everybody wants something from me”
NYC
“Down the highway,
down the road,
to infamy I’ll ride.
I’ll take my pardon on the run,
with a trail of death behind me
and Deluvina at my side,
two silhouettes against the sun”
“There are three things men can do with women: love them, suffer for them, or turn them into literature.”
Stephen Stills
“T’was a woman who drove me to drink, and I never had the courtesy to thank her for it”
“Tell me can you handle it, me downtown like a vandalist,
you know, whiteboys, eat pussy, like a sam-a-witch”
