"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Mr. Smith
No matter how happy a trip it is, every time I go to DC (and it's been at least twice a year for the past 4 years now) I get "The District Sleeps Tonight" stuck in my head. Or at least, ever since I first heard the song about 2 years ago, it gets stuck in my head. It usually randomly plays itself in my head while I'm walking around on empty streets in the evening, either randomly exploring or on my way to meet people.
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Oh, I love that song! (In the correct context.) I remember playing it full-blast on my hotel room CD player while I was traveling for work.
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo!
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