I saw me in my obachan back in the 50s in Mexico City, hearing ‘bout this white dude with woody, velvety voice and just simply don’t understand it. He was something the world needed, but I don’t go for what the word speaks. As an album, is just a bunch of sticky old songs, music so mid ):

I saw me in my obachan back in the 50s in Mexico City, hearing ‘bout this white dude with woody, velvety voice and just simply don’t understand it. He was something the world needed, but I don’t go for what the word speaks. As an album, is just a bunch of sticky old songs, music so mid ):