I try to read ("Sweep up!"), I stare at the words ("little sweeper boy"). I concentrate ("yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow"). What the...? I don't look at the page anymore. I listen. I listen the organs following the voice, the guitars, the melody. I don't read anymore. I listen "Shampoo" by Elvis Perkins.
And it's the second time this happens to me.
There's definitely something special about this song. It seduces you. I'll have to close the book and listen to the whole album and see if he is just a one-song singer-songwriter or if the album as a whole can keep up to the first song. I really wish so. It's been a long time since I was last moved by new music.
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