Elvis Perkins In Dearland : Chains, Chains, Chains

I tried to think of something else to say but only wound up saying it reminds me of us, the way that something will remind you of a place you lived or a person you knew. Something already gone. Something so far off, now, that you need to be reminded and are taken aback when it happens. A smell, a feeling that used to be everything and but now just seems like recalling a time when you were very hungry.

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