The Second Coming - Devendra Banhart

Ohmygod I'm in love. Because his words say it way better than mine:

"...My sweet Tel Avivian lamb's bread
My heart can act as an emollient
And you'll never ever say
Get bent!

No, no
Todamama todamama
Todamama todamama

All the signals that I'm sending I'll keep sending
And on the constantillionth time
I'll make you mine
Yes, I swear I will

Your sweet supple breasts are golden ghettos
Soft statues in stilettos
Two wise men instead of three
Whoa, whoa"

Thanks a million, Pri.