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i'd never given musicals more than flashing homo-erotic thought, and then i fell in love with one as i concurrently fell in love with someone... im sure most of you have heard of swell season, or once, swell's musical adaptation of a theme all too relevant, all too prevalent. but if youve not had the pleasure of once, it ranks as one of the best ways you could spend an evening with the one you love. i need reminders like this one to drown me in humility and compassion, to remind me of what's important. glen hansard sings from the depths of his soul, or his diaphragm at least, without pretense, revealing more than truth. i was and am still am in awe at the night once hushed internal howling long enough that i would hear purity flow through passion, gracing and soaking my twisted notions in simple prosaic strophe and stanza intended to soften loveless hearts. pain rivaling torture a la internment camp, that of masochists, passes preciously and purposefully away in this portrait of love lost... of love realized. love is real, but it is squandered sharply if suffocated by its' nemeses... tonight i pray for sweet rapture, that which would undo strife, rein in temerity and hush creeping tempest, returning me to a time when i knew no better than to love like a child. swell season's revelations abound... the following reveals how to let go like a man, as little as i am one. rambling...
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