sometimes the crowes make me cry…
so i’ve been feeling sad tonight, with the tale of my mom, etc.
so i popped in the ear buds and listened to Warpaint.
i haven’t had a chance to listen to this album in one sitting, but tonight i did.
there have been times in my life when listening to the crowes becomes something cosmic and spiritual and i just freeze and let the awe wash over me. tonight was one of those times.
while listening to Wounded Bird, it felt like Chris Robinson was reaching out to just me, telling me to let go, it would be ok. and its why i love him.
Now don’t look back
My wounded bird
There’s nothing for you here
Need no wing just set your mind to fly
if i ever meet him, i’m going to give him a hug and just say “thank you”.