I walked into a conversation, I walked into a minefield
And underneath my feet were hair triggers, hair triggers
I danced from foot to foot, and honey we danced cheek to cheek
And all you told me was to move quicker, move quicker
I know the best is over
I know the worst has come and gone
It's been colder
And further till the dawn
I don't like it either
But it's the best, it's the best, it's the best I can do
It ain't good, it ain't good, it ain't good enough for you.
Excellent song, called It Ain't Good by Alex Radus. Go buy his new CD, it rocks.
More important to me, though, is why is this particular song in my head? Yea, I've loved the song since the first time I heard it last year; and it's got a great sound, catch in the good-way, and just feels real. But... I don't know; I can understand when like a Beach Boys song gets stuck and won't go away, but a singer-songwriter tune?
Maybe it's because I haven't slept in like days.
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