There is something about this song, that no matter which way it is done, I cry. Honestly. Tori showed me this last night, and shocker, I love this version too. Tori bestowed it upon me, and I then proceeded to make her replay it multiple times.
Sheer poetry.
I suggest you minimize the page, and lay down on your floor and just stare at the ceiling while enjoying this symphony of sound. Then, if you want to laugh a little bit, sit back up, wipe away your tears of joy, and watch the seventy year old man in bell bottoms and butt button jeans perform it.
But seriously. The first time, you must minimize it, because.. well, I'm sorry Robin Olson, but you do detract from the spirituality of this song just a tad. Sorry, bud. You're brilliant anyway, though.
It just makes me so happy. JOY. Feel it. Yesssss.
Love that song! His legs looked super skinny in those bell-bottoms! And - he has too many things in his pockets for that tight o' pant!! Maybe he's a janitor in real life - lot's of keys!
ReplyDelete(P.S. I apologize to all janitors/wives/families I may have offended with that statement!)