Jul 02, 2003 16:30
I think I listened to Kashmir every day on the schoolbus my freshman year of high school. The bass filled me with anger, and the words gave me hope for better things. The song would end precisely as the bus pulled into the school's lot. I pulled my headphones from my ears exhilarated, almost optimistic.
I still love this song.
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I hear those songs, and I'm 16 again, walking down Ste-Catherine street, the wind whipping my old black wool coat and the moon streaming down onto my depression.
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