Conor Oberst – NYC – Gone, Gone
“All my friends, [I] want you to know, I’m gonna miss you when I go.” There’s something about repetition, isn’t there? There’s something about repetition, isn’t there? NYC – Gone, Gone, while failing to quell this ferocious headache, is at least clasping the crotch of catching attention. “Short and sweet like an ass’ gallop,” my primary school teacher would tell me of my creative essays. Indeed. [Buy.]