Listening to bright eyes, I say, I say,

I say I think we fail to judge the things we love. Sight be only applied to the attractive parts.

I say, I say, I say this because this motherfucker sounds like such a kid. Its not depressing music, and its not entirely happy - but its not right in the middle; its not just acceptance filled music. I don't know if I can listen to this feller. I remember the last time I talked to her she was listening to bright eyes and something clicked. He must be nebulous enough to submit to either side of our emotions' continuum. That is not to say there aren't moments that he stands firmly on either side, but I don't think his music if for me. But I'll give I'm WIde Awake, Its morning and some other album of his a try.