My empire of dirt
Feb. 27th, 2006 12:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cyranoSo yeah. Two years ago, for Christmas, Cari bought me a copy of 'American IV: The Man Comes Around'. And I knew it was going to take great fortitude to listen to that album, written by a man who had lost the woman he loved but knew he was going to be joining her soon. I love you. I miss you. Goodbye everybody, I'm sorry for being such a son of a bitch and I hope you'll forgive me more than I forgive myself.
Today I finally gathered up the strength to put it in the CD player, and it broke my heart. And then it took all the pieces and put them together in a little mosaic of a man waiting alone at a decrepit falling apart train station for the train that will take him away forever. Most of these songs are not written by Cash, but by the end of the album they are all his songs.
Thank you, Rick Rubin, and American Records, for giving the man in black the ending he got.
Today I finally gathered up the strength to put it in the CD player, and it broke my heart. And then it took all the pieces and put them together in a little mosaic of a man waiting alone at a decrepit falling apart train station for the train that will take him away forever. Most of these songs are not written by Cash, but by the end of the album they are all his songs.
Thank you, Rick Rubin, and American Records, for giving the man in black the ending he got.