"And I am a writer
writer of fiction
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones...
Let me go if you don't love me" ~The Decembrists "Engine Driver"
Without sensibility no object would be given to us, without understanding no object would be thought. Thoughts without content are empty, intuitions without concepts are blind.
Good God this is horrible. I'm breaking up this pop fest (and reminding everyone this is a battle of the BANDS. I'm not sure if solo artists apply, but I was thinking not. *shrugs*)
Willie Nelson
vs.
Bright Eyes
"And I am a writer
writer of fiction
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones...
Let me go if you don't love me" ~The Decembrists "Engine Driver"