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Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Numero 116 + A Fine Frenzy, Almost Lover @ 10:50 PM

Numero 116
September 2010
Edita Vilkeviciute

Any great work of art . . . revives and readapts time and space, and the measure of its success is the extent to which it makes you an inhabitant of that world - the extent to which it invites you in and lets you breathe its strange, special air. - Leonard Bernstein, "What Makes Opera Grand?" Vogue, December 1958





Song Download Of The Day:

A Fine Frenzy - Almost Lover

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A Fine Frenzy - Almost Lover
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Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick  
I'd never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me  
Goodbye my almost lover
Goodbye my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be 
So long my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should have known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do  

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images  
And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you would never
Ever forget these images
No  
I'd never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me  

Goodbye my almost lover
Goodbye my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be 
So long my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should have known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do  

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning without you on my mind 
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I'll bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life 

Goodbye my almost lover
Goodbye my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be 
So long my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should have known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

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