I shouted out the names, and as I did so, for each song I raised a finger. "Listen", I told her. "Listen and learn..."
Ryan Adams "New York, New York" ( a tad over 5 yrs old)
British Sea Power "Apologies to insect life"
Dr. Octagon "Ants"
Candi Staton "I'll sing a love song for you"
Mudhoney "Endless Yesterday"
She threw her head back, laughing. "Fuck off, they're not the best songs from the last 5 years"
I pursed my lips; lowered my chin. "They are today, honey".
Oh, could I feel as I have felt, or be what I have been,
Or weep as I could once have wept, o'er many a vanished scene;
As springs in deserts found seem sweet, all brackish though they be,
So, midst the withered waste of life, those tears would flow to me.