Calexico - A Feast of Wire

It seems as if my definition of a week has gotten flexible of late. *scratches head* Anyway. Calexico. Pretend you're alone driving a car somewhere in the west or the midwest, and there isn't much scenery, just the yellow fields or brown ground and the sky curving in front of you to reach it, miles and miles of this, stretching for hours on end, and the world seems so small and so vast, so comforting and so lonely. That's what their music feels like to me - that's what it reminds me of.


These are the first two songs off A Feast of Wire:

Sunken Waltz

He slept ‘neath the stars
Wrote down what he dreamt
And he built a machine
For no one to see
Then took flight, first light
Of new morning

Quattro (World Drifts In)

Love the run but not the race
All alone in a silent way
World drifts in and the world’s a stranger

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