There’s a grief that can’t be spoken, There’s a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables, Now my friends are dead and gone.
Here they talked of revolution, Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about `tomorrow’, And tomorrow never came.
If you slow down Call Me Maybe to 75% its original speed, it sounds vaguely like an acoustic cover by a guy in a coffee shop.
holy shit this is actually really pretty???
what the fuck
this is not ok