...Rear window, with the room in her hair and on her jacket there's a picture in white of Che Guevara, as he sits beneath a tree, but that's not important. But he looked a bit like me. If you took all the little feelings in your heart, and took all those little feelings all apart. Oh well now what's the point in doing all of that?
Excerpt from the song Last Train, by Travis. How wonderfully poetic and abstract.
