“It was grass stain jeans and incompletes,
and a girl from class to touch.
But you think about yourself too much,
and you ruin who you love.
Well, all these claims at consciousness,
my stray dog freedom.
Let’s have a nice clean cut,
like a bag we buy,
and divy up.”

“Gold Mine Gutted” by Bright Eyes
from the album, Digital Ash In a Digital Urn (2005)
Fucking Love This Song – March 10, 2011