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For such a sloppy metaphor, the opening line in Wolf Parade’s “I’ll Believe In Anything, You’ll Believe In Anything” is extremely effective. I’ve already admitted that I’m a sucker for oddball romanticism, and this is no exception. I feel like the lines “And I could give you my apologies / By handing over my neologies,” added to the album version of the song, are an acknowledgment of the messy, but clearly comprehensible symbolism.