“Sometimes you feel you’ve got the emptiest arms in the whole world”

The songs were serene; disturbed; tranquil and upsetting. They were expertly-rendered postcards from the margins of happiness – a well-furnished wilderness where you could sit and stew over your ruin. He could bait the breath, warm the heart and chill the bone. There will not be another like him.

Rest in peace, Mark Linkous. And thank you.

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