Yes. But no. I hear the lyrics, the song, and it makes me cry. Baltimore Sue. I'm still crying; the wound still feels fresh. But it's a good cry.
I just got the CD from my bookstore. Not the live, unplugged version that Sue listened to. But still.
Why does music bring me back like that? Some people strongly associate smells with memory; i guess i associate music. Sounds. Lyrics. But it's not so bad to cry, if it leads me to a new strength.
"These Are The Days"
10,000 reasons for a new day.
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