Neko Case, “Deep Red Bells”

A handprint on the driver’s side
It looks a lot like engine oil
and tastes like being poor and small
And popsicles in summer

Don’t let the fact that it’s about a serial killer deaden your response to this as a solid soundtrack to summer sunsets or packing up your shit when it’s ninety god damn degrees outside and eleventy billion and humid in your batcave.

I had a point when I started typing. I think it became sweat. Neko’s neato is point enough.

Oh yeah, and for the record: batcave is what I call my batcave.