I can be the knife in your back
The noose around your neck
The bullet right through your skull
But I'd rather be the force of my spoken word
Let our voices form the weapons

12.15.2008

Then who the hell was I?

Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order's tall

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different "kind"
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love what happened here
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full; so slow on the split

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted?
Then who the hell was I?

Now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?


Amazing, amazing, and did I say, amazing? I have absolutely fallen in love with this song. Justin Vernon's voice is truly heartbreaking and depressing in a good way. So much passion and intensity in this song, yet also calms your nerves. I just want to spend some time alone with a cigar in hand and a coffee in another just thinking about my life while this song is playing. Perfect if you just want to isolate your self and concentrate, in which ironically is what Vernon also did. He recorded this album by himself in a log cabin in Wisconsin for an entire winter and was self distributed. That's fucking dedication. DIY at it's finest. When he sings the lines I've bolded above, you can just see the passion in his eyes.