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Listening to him sing, he seems more detached than suffering, a ghost in a limbo, opening his dreamy eye, his nostalgic and pure gaze on the world. I say it quietly: immortal.
Listening to him sing, he seems more detached than suffering, a ghost in a limbo, opening his dreamy eye, his nostalgic and pure gaze on the world.
I say it quietly: immortal.
Dive into Wilco's 'A Ghost Is Born' and experience the haunting beauty of Jeff Tweedy's most introspective work.
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