Fuckin a this song. it's so hard picking the record or this version. The record gives me the feels right off the bat. The live gig below, halfway through when the band goes full tilt and fucking gives it to em like it was there last ever fucking gig ever on the planet. Wait for Molina's a capella bit in the middle and breakdown and build. They fucking let. go.

it's about a fellow musician friend who died unexpectedly in a fire in his apartment. "my ghost in flames on the desert road." "I weep for it all, and I weep for nothing at all" fuck you man. fuck you.