|Dira Sudis (dira) wrote,|
@ 2003-03-15 01:03 am UTC
|Entry tags:||buffy, college, due south|
So I've been adding country songs from my rather eclectic mp3 collection into my playlist, and... what is it about country songs? I mean, the man says,
I'd be better off in a pine box
On a slow train back to Georgia
Or in the grey walls of a prison, doing time,
I think I'd rather die and go to hell and face the devil
Than to lie here with you and him together on my mind.
Which is your basic jealous murder/suicide fantasy in a nutshell. But it's a country song, so it just sounds innocently maudlin. Weird.