March 2012: Paper Hallways
You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights.
Arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under.
Oh, you wouldn’t want an angel watching over.
Surprise, surprise, they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults.
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights.
Arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under.
Oh, you wouldn’t want an angel watching over.
Surprise, surprise, they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults.
— The National
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Go West
L: What do you mean we don't have a plan?
B: Do we?
L: We said, "We're going to go West." That's a plan. That's a solid plan.
B: Hey, you know....you're right.
L: Of course I am. And now, I have a strange urge to go listen to the Pet Shop Boys.
