Ramble and try to make sense

I always over analyze everything I do. At times I manipulate memories so they have the tinge of the tragic and beautiful. My heart falls for voices rather than faces. Currently I'm in love with Lou Reed, Syd Barret, David Gilmour, Caleb Followill, Sam Cooke, and Otis Redding. I'm sure there are more but my exhausted mind can't seem to remember. Often I get lulled to sleep by slow guitar riffs and soft whispers of "Candy Says" and "Pale Blue Eyes". Randomly, stanzas pop into my head but I never share them, ever. Truthfulness is a virtue that is rare, and it saddens me. My generation has such terrible taste in music and lack of creativity. Oh and someone should burn the vocoder and fringe scarves.