Ex-Girl Collection

The Wrens – Ex-Girl Collection from Meadowlands (2003) /indie rock/
((“why/ into why not,into what else you got?it’s just how men mark time. Ann slams in,another lightning round begins,this could get interesting.Where’s Ann been?She pours herself a don’t-ask gin,no ice and light on the bitters.I’m done with quitters.”why / charles, I found outwipe that smile off your mouthI think it’s tell-me time…”.”
The thick fall air hangs over the asphalt. The shadows of office buildings slide from one side of the street to the other and blink back again as the suns of passing weeks twirl round and round. Hearts and memories gather dust—laid to rest on shelves or packed into dusky drawers. Winds breathe and stagnate. An unearthed sheaf of papers is flung angrily from the 44th floor open window and gathers air as the leafs swirl over and over each other. Down toward the road, they are shoved aside in the wake of silver automobiles. They come to lie by metal legs of parking meters and on the glass tables of outdoor cafés. Finally Charles is there for everyone to see and read, if someone takes the time to stoop down and try, rather than leaving the smudge tread outline of their footsteps.))