whenever the autumnal equinox comes around, i feel the need to break out robyn hitchcock's i often dream of trains album. it is an acoustic catharsis of his commercial failure. his whimsy elevates the dark themes; and the stark beauty of nature reflects the ache within.
this song gently envelopes with a melancholic transcendence that shines like gold. resignation seems to give way to a revelation that strikes a balance between the sad and the sublime.
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