Sorry, can't resist another one from my early NYC days. It's great that Stephin Merritt's Gershwin-esque songwriting chops have been given an appropriately-sized canvas in recent years. But I found him much more charming when he filtered his talents through dinky synthesizers and occasional magic banjo. Something about this one keeps getting me. It's far superior to the tired I album version. And the lyrics are the bees knees.The Magnetic Fields - I Don't Believe You
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