salvation comes in small doses, like perfume and minneapolitan sun

Okay, so how much do we love Joanna Newsom's album, The Milk-Eyed Mender?

"never get so attached to a poem / you forget truth; it lacks lyricism and never draw so close to the heat that / you forget that you must eat"

and

I killed my dinner / with karate

It has this wonderful affect of clearing my allergies for the length of a song. Of calming Monday morning's irritable bowel syndrome of a bus ride. Of making a lunch hour trip to the Marshall Field's perfume counter that much more beautiful.