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Hint for Tomorrow’s Post

I went ahead and wrote my post for tomorrow, but I scheduled it to post itself at midnight tonight (unless it takes on a mind of its own and decides not to do so). In honor of Valentine’s Day, I decided to post a true love letter–my favorite, in fact. By whom?

Hints:

  • Music
  • St. Bernard
  • Germany

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“Hometown Glory”

Adele, the Grammy-winning English crooner, has had mad props given to her for her divine talent and sensational debut album, “19.” Her commanding vocals resemble those of Etta James and Amy Winehouse, yet Adele maintains a very distinctive sound.

Songs like “Chasing Pavement” and “Cold Shoulder” rocketed Adele to stardom, even earning her the Best New Artist and Best Female Pop Vocal Performance awards at the Grammys this year. The song that ignites my bones, however, is Adele’s soon-to-be smash hit, “Hometown Glory.” It’s poetic; it’s haunting; it’s ardent.

I beg you to listen to it, and see if you don’t find yourself reminiscing of summers during your childhood or growing up in the cities and suburbs.

Love that Adele.

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Face Turned Grey from Spitting Stones

The following poem is by a skilled, creative writer by the name of Shayne Bates. I’m really impressed with what he’s done with this. Let me know what you guys think as well.

and crack and crack
and whistle pop
and off he goes and off he flies
a lupine beast in man disguise
stairway teeth with trees for eyes
a wretched ghost of woman’s cries.
and on he boast and off he drags,
skittering claws to molten crags
and we watch those diamond forests burn.

and hum and drum
and engine whir
and on he lulls and on he drones
a deadened bore of serpent moans
face turned grey from spitting stones
he cuts our eyes with ringing tones.
and on he crawls and on he sings
clamoring bells and demon strings,
and he lets those fiery lungs go hollow.

Oak Tree

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