Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Radio Cure (173/365)

Radio Cure - Wilco: Radio Cure is amusing. It leaves me with a pleasurable deride; its visceral yet diametrical. These words keep getting more complex with each listening and I can't help but be amazed by Tweedy's poetry. Misheard* this line as, "Honey, your kisses are clouds of fog".



Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stars
* Honey, kisses, clouds of fog
Shoulders shrugging off

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with radio cures
Electronic surgical words

Picking apples for the kings & queens
of things I've never seen

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stars
* Honey, kisses, clouds of fog

Picking apples for the kings & queens
of things I've never seen

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has the way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has the way of making love understandable

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can

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