A clear and flagrant disrespect for all things was extruded from the two young men chatting back and forth on the mostly empty train car and left the air palpably unclean. Crisp suits, slick and greasy hair, shifty bright eyes, and utter animal stupidity were readily apparent upon a quick glance. Typical upper-class white boys with no sense of purpose beyond where their dicks will be by the end of the night or who they can roll under the bus to get the next raise. No love except the long-since-abandoned love for mother, and a lust for money and the status associated with it that they assume is love. Read the rest of this entry »
If you happen to already have the soundtrack to the film Snatch, then you have definitely already heard this. However, if you haven’t I strongly suggest giving it a listen. The song is just like falling snow at midnight: lazy and impenetrable. The harpsichord! The drifting guitar! It’s so dreamy and enjoyable I can’t help being in love.
It is also the first of many songs which I will be posting that are ostensibly about heroin. The reason for this is that I have a theory regarding heroin-themed songs. That theory? They are all really great. I suppose it’s ultimately a matter of taste and some people may find the subject matter a bit too distasteful or too uncomfortable but I have to say that I have yet to discover a song about heroin that I didn’t like.
(P.S. I have not, nor do I necessarily endorse, doing heroin. Just clearing that up right now.)
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