“Linger” and “Dead Flowers” are the almost the same song, to me. Perfect album I feel dumb for always forgetting about and then it’s just about the only thing on.
In the romantic era, people just died and grieved the loss of love. But now, to call it love is almost a fallacy, because everyone changes l-o-v-e-r-s more often than they change their undergarments. What a wonderful world!
