24 Sep 2013
You can find me there,
in the back of the room,
on some beat-up couch, where it’s playing.

In some Southern town,
where I’m all strung out,
and it’s up too loud for the neighbors.

Coming down the hall,
it’s that same old song,
I heard it again, and it hit me.

I know, I know, I know.
I only know I need it.

Let the record skip, let it move right past
the sound of the years on the best track.

Hear the crackle and hiss. Hear the warp, hear the wind.
It’s my favorite part of Loveless.