Having listened attentively to that Okkervil River album all week, I feel I ought to apologise to the band* for Tuesday's fatuous suggestion that their lyrics are empty and meaningless.
In fact, 'Black' may be the only bouncy indie-rock song you'll ever hear in which the singer is trying to deal with the fact that his elusive not-quite girlfriend was abused as a child. It's not real (it's a concept album, so it's part of a story), but even so, does that make it wrong to enjoy it? You decide:
Okkervil River - Black (mp3)
* Because I've no doubt that they're avid readers of the Quinquireme.
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