let it bleed
Current mood:melancholy
....i learned that all heartaches are one, and the style is just window dressing. rich and poor, white or black, none of it matters. whether it's sung in the celestial tones of an opera or ground out through the gravel voice of a bar singer, the heartache stays the same. it's the common human experience, and when we hear it coming back to us in music, it stops us dead.
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