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I get the chills. It has to do with the way he says it, I don't know why.

Yeah. That song in general.

Especially "I'll keep digging."

The alternate live version is amazing. D:

i get the chills WICKED bad during reflections, when hes singing about the moon telling him its secret...

And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
The moon tells me a secret - my confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me

Its source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting

And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
Don't wanna be down here feeding my narcissism.
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
I pray the light lifts me out
Before I pine away.

thats just....beautoiful....

::chills::

Oh the urge to break into "You're the one that I want".

He creates his thoughts into words, and it's only chilling to me when I think how he can become the man to have a good time, no worries. Or the man that has the grudge of many thoughts on his every word.

to me i think his words are so beautiful plus his beautiful voice that i think no one else has or can even copy, makes it's so chilling. yet after words when i listen to it, i feel releaved of my problems. yet that is my personal veiw of it.

Indeed, Maynard deserves accolaids and awards piled in front of him like so many overcluttered shrines and monuments. His words are everlasting, like Shakespeare or Dickens; so stark and strong, it's hard to imagine a time when people such as him will lose their reverie.

Personal favorite that I'm sure all of you know, but will post anyway for posterity's sake:

Run Desire, Run
You sexual being
Run him like a blade
To and through the heart
No conscience
One Motive
To cater to the hollow

Screaming feed me here
Fill me up again
Temporarily Pacify
This hungering

So much motion it's hard to keep up, even in his simple verses. I'm glad to know that I'm not the only person out there who is sustained by the subtlety that art almost lost. Maynard, thou art Christ. We lay in awe.

I wish I could call Maynard up and have him sing me lullaby's whenever I can't go to sleep. Just like he did for Tori...
Lucky woman!!