suicide
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sometimes people ask me what my songs are about. I usually say something vague —the city, life stuff, you know? — because the real answer feels too tangled to unwrap in small talk. the truth is, they’re personal. not metaphorical or abstract. they’re about Brooklyn. about skateboarding past street corners where dealers post up. about…
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I have developed a habit of sneaking out at night to the apartment rooftop. it’s kind of surreal to crawl up there right to the edge and hover above Brooklyn. I can spot the schoolyard in the dark, and the dollar tree store, our laundromat and the local diner, all blending into a swirl of…
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when Teresa of Ávila, a Spanish mystic, was asked what she did in prayer, she replied, “I just allow myself to be loved.” that’s how I feel about the person I wrote this song about. here’s Winona. we all know someone like her — she’s offbeat, loves to stir things up, and might even have…
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