A Sincere Ode to Belle and Sebastian

Your songs are a reflection of my mood. Well, to begin with, you know how temperamental I am. The feeling of beatitude is rather nonexistent. Happiness is only a subset of my larger mood set. In the superabundance of my disguised emotions, it makes a quick appearance, sometimes. 

Anyway, that was my introduction. 

Now getting to the point, I can't start to tell the first song that I heard of you was Beautiful. And I thought to herself, "I know Lisa like the back of my hand."  Like Lisa, I'm ignorant of what they think of me. "She would rather go blind, still act like a lunatic, smiling at her crazy life."

And then I heard She's losing it. Yes, the first cup of coffee tasted like washing up. It did. No, it's not a surprise that Lisa knew her. Because Chelsea was Lisa. Whenever I listen to this song, it reminds me of Joy Division's She's lost control when a dope-sloshed Curtis relentlessly rants about me, making me believe that I walked up to the edge and laughed, "I've lost control."

Storytelling's my favourite album. And Wandering alone my favourite song. Because that's what I did when my mind started to give up. I went about taking rounds in the city of blinding lights, sitting near the ocean, feeling the water against my bare feet, regaining my strength and my sense because that's was what left of my naivete. Did you know ufck this shit was a lonesome, tranquil instrumental because that's what I wanted to hear, after I mouthed those words to someone.

When you wrote about love, I couldn't stop wanting the world to stop. But I didn't see it coming when you said,

We don't have the money.

(money makes the wheels and the world go round)

Forget about it, honey,

Trouble's never far away when you're around.