Is gorgeous.
Ethereal, dark, haunting, tragic lullaby.
And since I have issues with traditional lullabies - too many babies falling and birds pecking out diamonds mirrors breaking and who wants a goat anyway?
They creep me out.
I make no secret of that.
http://www.iwantanintern.com/2013/02/hush-little-baby-im-going-to-sing-you.html
And as I am banished from the family viewing of Thor -
(Note: Partly self-imposed, and partly because I will start laughing at the costumes and everyone will throw stuff at me and try to make me be quiet - I am a known ruiner of superheroes in costumes movie viewing (http://www.iwantanintern.com/2012/06/avengers-or-why-i-am-worst-by-allison.html )
I have my big purple headphones on, glutting myself on this gorgeous, stormy, woeful lullaby.
And as always, am benevolent benefactor. Birdy's version of "Skinny Love"
