What song are you listening to right now?

[Hylian]

 

[Mr. Stevens]

 

[Mr. Stevens]

 

[Mr. Stevens]

 

[Mr. Stevens]

 

[Mr. Stevens]

 

[Mr. Stevens]

 

[Magna]

My favorite Blues singer

"You got to walk that lonesome valley
Well you got to walk it for yourself
Ain't nobody else can walk it for you
You got to walk that valley for yourself"

 

[Magna]

One of my best friends used to play this entire album at least once per day, every day for years.

 

[Magna]

 

[Magna]

 

[Magna]

 

[Magna]

"But I believe in this and it's been tested by research...."

 

[Ella Spell]

Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me

Like the color of my skin
Or the day that I grow old
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled [

 

[Ella Spell]

/

Naturally the dying man wonders to himself
Had his commentary been more lucid than anybody else?
And had he successfully beaten back the rising tide
Of idiots, dilettantes, and fools
On his watch while he was alive?
Lord, just a little more time
Oh, in no time at all
This'll be the distant past
So says the dying man, Once I'm in the box
Just think of all the overrated hacks running amok
And all of the pretentious, ignorant voices that will go unchecked
The homophobes, hipsters, and 1%
The false feminists he'd managed to detect
Oh, who will critique them once he's left?
Oh, in no time at all
This'll be the distant past
What he'd give for one more day to rate and analyze
The world made in his image as of yet
To realize what a mess to leave behind
Eventually the dying man takes his final breath
But first checks his news feed to see what he's about to miss
And it occurs to him a little late in the game
We leave as clueless as we came
For the rented heavens to the shadows in the cave
We'll all be wrong someday

 

[Mr. Stevens]

 

[Mr. Stevens]

 

[Mr. Stevens]

 

[Mr. Stevens]

 

[Mr. Stevens]