The meloncholy dripped tracks that ooze heartbreak and anguish. It is a pitty people have to pile misery onto a feeling of mourning, but sometimes it keeps you from drifting too far out on a sea of hoplessness.

You're not ignorant as far as you know, yet, you are brimming with joyful colors of all this world has to offer. 

You're alot of things but right now you feel as if they're not part of you. You feel like sitting with a warm cup of something to read, think, bathe. Anything to keep this tranquil state of peacefully composed going. 

WHAT THE FUCK! FUCK THIS, THAT, THE OTHER, THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON, YOUR MOTHER, AND YOU. NOW GIVE ME SOME FUCKIN' MUSIC. 

You know where it comes from because you feel confused. You wish you had a joint. It would be cooler if you did. You don't know what to think or where to go but need music to help you find out. 

DUDE! You're pumped. Thrilled, excited, and happy. Why? The fuck knows why, but do we care? HAHA Hell Nah. It's like banana bread, my dude.  Euphoric and enthusiastic, you're prepared to pop a playlist on the same page.