The Cellar Door


Words of such beauty must be laid to rest somewhere. Welcome to the graveyard, welcome to the Cellar Door,

"I've got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train
If you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening, by the morning seems insane."
-Conor Oberst, Bright Eyes, Lua, 2008.

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