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A new favorite

I seem to discover awesome songs a year or two after they are released. Oh well, better late than never. My latest favorite is Closer by Joshua Radin, a tune that apparently was featured on the NBC show Scrubs (which I don't watch, so how would I have known?). The song's youthful and angsty and melancholy melodic. Love it! YouTube won't let me embed the video, but click here to watch it. As a quirky aside, Joshua performed (a different song) at Portia and Ellen's wedding in August.

so, we're alone again
i wish it were over
we seem to never end
only get closer
to the point where i can take no more

the clouds in your eyes
down your face they pour
won't you be the new one burn to shine
i take the blue ones every time
walk me down your broken line
all you have to do is cry

hush my baby now
your talking is just noise and won't lay me down amongst
your toys in a room where i can take no more

the clouds in your eyes
down your face they pour
won't you be the new one burn to shine
i take the blue ones every time
walk me down your broken line
all you have to do is cry

photographs and brightly colored paper
are your mask you wear in this caper
that is our life
we walk right into the strife
and a tear from your eye brings me home

won't you be the new one burn to shine
i take the blue ones every time
walk me down your broken line
all you have to do is cry

Comments

Anonymous said…
The song I love most because it's on my Rhapsody downloads & I'm in love with the movie "Catch & Release" is called "What If You".
He's at the Picador tomorrow night...wanna go?

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