Green doesn't matter when you're blue

This song is one cryptic little snowglobe - compact, quietly beautiful, and maybe just pulling your leg a little. Even with a dozen or so musicians, it's so intimate that you're compelled to put your ear right up to it, and then you're brushing up against an arrangement exquisite and fragile like unexpected flowers. As always, Wagner's lyrics are elliptical enough that it's hard to know what kind of response he's looking for. And yet, each portentous line seems so weirdly poignant, you can't help but be moved because someone's story is in there. And then you feel like an ogre fighting a genetic urge to peer down and smash your fine glass globe. And what awful pity you'd have on yourself then.

Lambchop - Ohio