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Young Glass
Hey Rosetta!
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Reblogged from fyeahheyrosetta

sleepingtyger:

As they look for God in those ivory halls, you can see her on the porch, listening to the radio, singing that wanderer’s song: Even though I thought I was all alone, I was wrong.

Young Glass
Hey Rosetta!

“Young Glass is a letter to a character to from the novel Franny and Zooey. The character Franny. J.D. Salinger is one of my all time favourites. So amazing. So this is a song to her. I found that book really, really, affecting. Really good. I really liked her character. I’m sure the book –- that character — is in everybody quite a bit. So I thought there were a few Franny Glasses out there to write to.

This one was a bit magical, the way it came together. I couldn’t find the chorus for a long time and it came to me when I was out in the night. I was staying at my brother’s apartment in Halifax, and went for a run because I was working on this. It was one in the morning and I was super frustrated with it.

In the book there was this character, named Seymour, that everyone kind of worships a little. Their brother Seymour is dead. He committed suicide, but he was this genius who nursed everyone into these intelligent, amazing people. Anyway, I was running down Seymour Street when it came to me. I stopped and was like, “that’s it, man!””

- Tim Baker, Track by track with Hey Rosetta!

my love, my love is dead i buried it
in the falling leaves, looking awful green, in the whipping wind

my love, my love is dead i buried it
and it’s better hid, all the shit we sling into the whipping wind

my love, my love is dead i buried it
just an honest kid, i always did everything they said

my love, my love is dead i buried it
what a senseless thing! this heart in shreds in the whipping wind!

Seeds, Hey Rosetta!