the verdict is in

i love fall. i qualify for the John Kerry Flip-Flop Olympic Games on this one, but i really do think it's my favorite season. i do love spring, too, because it's pretty, but there's something about getting back into the sweatshirts and jeans (i.e., frumpy/comfy) and not wasting precious time shaving. that may, all in all, be the deciding factor.

today's SOTD comes from the Wicker Park soundtrack (originally on The Photo Album), in its acoustic state.

A Movie Script Ending/DCFC
Whenever I come back, the air on Railroad is making the same sounds,
And the shop fronts on Holly are dirty words (asterisks in for the vowels)
We peered through the windows, new bottoms on barstools but the people remain the same.
With prices inflating, as if saved from the gallows.

There's a bellow of buzzers and the people stop working and they're all so excited.

Passing through unconscious states, when I awoke, I was on the highway.

With your hands on my shoulders, a meaningless movement, a movie script ending.
And the patrons are leaving, now we all know the words were true
in the sappiest songs (yes, yes)

I'll put them to bed, but they won't sleep, they're just shuffling the sheets,
they toss and turn (you can't begin to get it back)

Passing through unconscious states, when I awoke, I was on the onset of a later stage:
The headlights are beacons on the highway.