Cody asked how I heard of the Magic Numbers. I first recall this song from about three years ago. It works as brilliant pop, but also, it had a sweet bitterness, as if we could all sing along to shared despair, perhaps even, given the backing vocals, despair to which we had contributed.
It resonates for me. I go about thinking I should only say nice things. Be nice, say only say nice things. But then, there it is, so nicely said . . .
All those years gone by, I only want to find a way to make it hard for you
Speaking of magic numbers, I still get verklempt about the man, the woman and the little baby they had.
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