Sunday, September 24, 2006
Leaky Tunnel, by The Fiery Furnaces
Oh, after a tortous year finally the University. So, she asks you to go to her place, it's been a while since you don't see her. After your first day at the University you head to her place to have something to eat and hang out the rest of the evening, as usual. You get there and you talk about your first day, it might be great. She listens to you, but you notice there is something wrong. She's not as perceptive/talkative as usual. But she lets you talk and talk. You see the clock and it's almost nine o'clock. You say goodbye, and she tells you: "Hey, here's this record I bought the other day. I think you might like it. Give it to me whenever you want". Gallowsbird's Bark by The Fiery Furnaces. Never heard of 'em. For the next two weeks you listen to the record constantly. You like it. You find it intriguing and emotional. Then, you get her first call in two weeks. You expect the usual: "When will we see?" or something like that. The first thing she says as soon as you pick up the phone is: "When do you give me my record back? I'll leave the country in two days". So you tell her: "I'll drop by your place tomorrow if you want to". You get there and she receives you in the patio. She doesn't let you go inside the house. Fifteen minutes later you give her the record and you say goodbye. That's the last time you'll ever see her. You don't know it, but you suspect it. "Good-bye, have a nice trip". And she slams the door.
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Ah, those gifts...
Today I bought my first two vinyl singles in London, mate. Pronto te contaré...
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