Island. 2000 (1968)
I need a drink.
Effortlessly miserable. Morose and melancholic.
If ND was such a depressive, how'd he ever learn to play guitar so well? When I get into a funk I can't be arsed with anything, especially plucking at an instrument.
I wish I'd managed to write something like this at 20 years old. Or now, for that matter. Not so bothered about the killing myself bit though.
Essential.
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