This One’s Called, ‘I Don’t Feel Like Blaming My Bad Mood on the Weather Anymore’

In what world is it 49 degrees F in the middle of May? (This one. The sky is overcast, it rained earlier, and things have generally been Garbage.)

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‘Oh reaching out for something / Touching nothing’s all I ever do’

“Ballroom Blitz” always strikes me as being such a strange song because I can never reconcile the tender moments with the actual “blitz.” It’s not enough that I wish they were two separate songs, but it’s still something that sticks out and bugs me when I listen to it. (Also, once, my old iPod Nano skipped on the first thirty seconds of the song and every time I hear it I get anxious that it’ll happen again.)

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