The Avett Brothers - Die Die Die (mp3): This track feels a little stiff from sleeping on plastic waiting room furniture and a little hungover from telling the town all about it last night. It's a little confused, a little tired, a little bitter, a lot uneasy. It's a lyric dealing with promises returning on planes and promises packed tightly into boxes. It's a vocal trying to emote truth into a thousand-year-old prayer and cherish the visceral news sent through text message. Machines didn't tell you it was all over, you felt that yourself. And you always will.