Rather than take a shot at such an obvious and easy target as Valentine's (Beheading) Day, I'm instead going to post one of my favorite love songs. The first part is ostensibly about being wired to the gills on heroin. The second is a brilliant and sardonic call-and-response of optimistic speculation followed by cynical counterpoint. The lyrics are set against the lush and ethereal production for which Jason Pierce is so famous. As a whole the song holds a tenuous balance between great hope and deep doubt, a lot like what it feels to be in love.
Lame, Very Cool, AWESOME, What?, Lame.
Extra Lame, Okay, AWESOME, Eh, What?