Alas, poor Colin Meloy. Cursed with a photographic memory, post-collegiate vocabulary and melancholy disposition, he must relive his life’s every insecurity in Dickensian six-minute indie-folk ballads. His latest single with the Decemberists finds the singer meditating on an unrequited teenage love he had for a downright stubborn, “sibylline” would-be paramour…….

Source: RollingStone
Link: Lake Song