You can’t resist her/She’s in your bones/She is your marrow/And your ride home…But when we wake/It’s all been erased/And so it seems/Only in dreams
Maybe Cuomo’s lyrics don’t age well, as many indignant think-pieces have pointed out. But this album, now old enough to get ‘Murica-drunk, is still an indiemo masterpiece. The crowning jewel is this ode to untouchable fantasy romance, peaking with the most passionate of pure, rock-out climaxes; [LISTEN].