Painting It Red

I listened to another CD today that I haven't listened to in a long time. Painting It Red by The Beautiful South. Once again, lyrics that, before, I could never have truly understood, now actually mean something and plainly bear a weight of truth. It's kind of re-assuring, in a fucked up way, to hear that people twice my age still make the same idiotic mistakes. But it also says that people do fall in love, and love lasts beyond passion. In that kind of context, not sugar coated, but acknowledging what goes wrong, it sounds believable.

Not that I'd trust myself ever again with the feelings of another human being, but it makes one despair that little bit less for humanity.