Because confessions shouldn't just be for Catholics...

“Yours is the only version of my desertion
that I could ever subscribe to,
That is all that I can do.
. . .
You’re so cute when you're frustrated, dear
Yeah, you’re so cute when you're sedated, dear
Oh yes dear...
.
.
.
You are a past sinner, the last winner, and
everything we’ve come to,
(it) makes you you, you...”


Was Paul Banks taking the piss out of our cohort here?  He sounds like he was in thrall of a damaging friendship or affair here.

      

What if you screamed “INSOLVENCY!” at the top of your lungs in a crowded, chaotic “marketplace of ideas” in the middle of a global economic implosion?

Would some Globalist Stasi arrest you for your damaged tin-foil hat fomenting?

I felt a burning compulsion to unleash this conniption recently:

re: Is this for real? (FDIC)    (Solvency.........for now.......)

      

“And you will not reach me I am resenting a
position that’s past resentment and now
I can’t consider, and now there is this distance, so...

Sleep tight, grim rite,
we have two-hundred couches where you can
sleep tight, grim rite,
we have two-hundred couches where you can
sleep tight, grim rite,
we have two-hundred couches where you can
sleep tonight
    …You’re a simpleton…
sleep tonight
    …(You’re) a simpleton…
sleep tonight
    …Can I follow?…
sleep tonight
...”
[4] Turn on the Bright Lights, 2002

A very few people hear “dream right” instead of “grim rite,” which makes some contextual sense, but I just can’t hear it.

(Yes, I realize that this indie rock dirge is ~7 years old but I need to hear something other than the throbbing sobbing bass-line subwoofing coming from the neighbor’s unit.)