Ang. Mark Kozelek...

...och det faktum att det ibland känns som att det inte är någon idé att formulera sig när det bästa redan är skrivet.

Best of Mark Kozelek och Red House Painters (kan ni finna låtarna i texten?):

Giving into love and sharing my time, letting someone into my misery. I'd like to come home to see you and to catch your sickness by the bedside. But then you'd know how much I really need you.

It's all in your head, she said, morning after nightmare. You're building a wall, she said, higher than the both of us. So try living life instead of hiding in the bedroom, show me a smile
and I'll promise not to leave you.

We walked down the hill, I feel the coming on of the fading sun. And I know for sure that you'll never be the one. I need someone much more mysterious to be my miss, to be my mistress.

But there in the clearing I know you'll be wearing your young aching smile and waving your hand.

And you're the dark of our home. But still the home that I feel won't let up or let go
and this I'm certain.

...

When everything we felt failed and some music soft in distant sails. But it don't sound like it did before, then I know I'm left with nothing more
than my own soul.

Glass on the pavement under my shoe,
without you is all my life amounts to.

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Till sist: en låt som Mark inte skrivit men likväl förvandlar till magi: The Cars All Mixed Up.