I’ve been listening to Bon Iver non-stop. I absolutely adore the man. Words. It’s the words, man.
Doubled in the toes annex it, it minute closed in the morning
Did not lose it in the stack’s stow, I’m a lay that call back on ya
You know it won’t beseech you, we’re laying in an open field
I will let you grow, no need to notice
So carry on my dear, what is clear up in the daylight is we’re hung here
Fall is coming soon, a new year for the moon and the Hmong here
(From Minnesota, WI)
I’m a huge believer that words make the song. It’s really poetry.