Hey Bob, Supes Got a Straight Job
After Fathers Day, my father, and how come there’s no songs about superheroes anymore.
After Fathers Day, my father, and how come there’s no songs about superheroes anymore.
We can never ask AI to generate the past we want to hold onto, or the perfect world we believe was promised to us and I guess for some it is easier to hope that someday a computer will make this world perfect for you than to accept that real perfect will always be broken
I’m home, and I did not plan to be here
I love a song about the earnest failings of youth, because these are the years it is safest to fail.
I have spent the last week searching for something I know is always going to be lost. Not a physical object, but a memory. An idea of a face, warped and faded in time. The smell of an old living room, the one across the street from my childhood, where