Out of curiosity, I bought Bright Eyes' LIFTED or The Story is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground on clearance at Sam Goody today.

Yow.

Now, not only am I depressed, I've had "Waste of Paint" on repeat for three hours.

It's weird to hear a song reference a cathedral in which you regularly go to Mass (especially if your aunt writes said cathedral's school newsletter and if your uncle is the president of the parish council).

I guess what SPIN has been saying is true. Conor Oberst just might be the Messiah.