1) It's interesting posting a cover, because it's almost like posting two songs, isn't it? I of course had to listen to BOTH the original and cover versions back to back over and over again.
2) I love that Charlotte Martin does on the piano what Interpol does on the guitar. Very cool.
3) I am going to make a t-shirt that has this dead center: "She can read She can read She can read She's bad."
4) I like when CM gets to the "It's in the way that she posed" verse and that drum is boom booming in the background.
5) "It's in the way that she walks Her heaven is never enough She puts the weights in my heart She puts, oh she puts the weights into my little heart." Dude. I die. And I agree, (after a zillion back and forth listens) that CM kills the "she puts the weights" refrain at the end.
6) Isn't it awesome when you stop skipping a song and take the time to listen to it and it turns out to be AWESOME/LIFE-ALTERING?
7) I listened to CM's version on the way to work this morning, walking in my leaky boots and with my broken umbrella and it was perfect. I could picture Vienna, the streets, the Schonbrunn (when you go back, make a point to go back, it's lovely inside), the cold, that satisfying alone-but-not-lonely feeling I sometimes have.
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2) I love that Charlotte Martin does on the piano what Interpol does on the guitar. Very cool.
3) I am going to make a t-shirt that has this dead center:
"She can read
She can read
She can read
She's bad."
4) I like when CM gets to the "It's in the way that she posed" verse and that drum is boom booming in the background.
5) "It's in the way that she walks
Her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts, oh she puts the weights into my little heart."
Dude. I die. And I agree, (after a zillion back and forth listens) that CM kills the "she puts the weights" refrain at the end.
6) Isn't it awesome when you stop skipping a song and take the time to listen to it and it turns out to be AWESOME/LIFE-ALTERING?
7) I listened to CM's version on the way to work this morning, walking in my leaky boots and with my broken umbrella and it was perfect. I could picture Vienna, the streets, the Schonbrunn (when you go back, make a point to go back, it's lovely inside), the cold, that satisfying alone-but-not-lonely feeling I sometimes have.