BOLOCENE
By
Bon Iver
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“Someway, baby, it’s part of me, apart from me.”
You’re laying waste to Halloween
You fucked it friend, it’s on it’s head, it struck the street
You’re in Milwaukee, off your feet
… and at once I knew I was not magnificent
Strayed above the highway aisle
Jagged vacant, thick without us
I could see for miles, miles, miles
3rd and Lake it burnt away, the hallway
Was where we learned to celebrate
Automatic bought the years you’d talk for me
That night you played me ?Lip Parade?
Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree
Saying nothing, that’s enough for me
… and at once I knew I was not magnificent
Hulled far from the highway aisle
(Jagged, vacance, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles
Christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright
Above my brother, I entangled spines
We smoked the screen to make it what it was to be
Now to know it in my memory:
… and at once I knew I was not magnificent
High above the highway aisle
(Jagged vacance, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles
BLINDSIDED
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Back down, down to the downtown
Down to the lockdown…
Boards, nails lie around
I crouch like a crow
Contrast in the snow
For the agony I’d rather know
‘Cause BLINDED
I am blindsided
Peek in
Into the peer in
I’m not really like this
I’m probably plightless
I come through the window
I’m crippled and slow
For the agony I’d rather know
‘Cause BLINDED
I am blindsided
Would you really rush out?
Would you really rush out?
Would you really rush out for me now?
Would you really rush out
Would you really rush out for me now?
Would you really rush out for me now?
Would you really rush out for me now?
Would you really rush out
For me now?
Ooh, for me now
Ooh, for me now
Ooh, for me now
Taut line
Down to the shoreline
The end of a blood line
The moon is a cold light
There’s a pull to the flow
My feet melt the snow
For the irony I’d rather know
‘Cause blindsided
I was blindsided
Blinded
I was blindsided
Blinded
I was blindsided
MINNESOTA, WI
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Armour let it through, borne the arboretic truth you kept posing
Sat down in the suit, fixed on up it wasn’t you by finished closing
Ramble in the roots, had the marvel, moved the proof be kneeled fine’s glowing
Storing up the clues, it had it’s sullen blue bruised through by showing
Settle past a patience where wishes and your will are spilling pictures
Water’s running through in the valley where we grew to write this scripture:
Never gonna break
Never gonna break
Never gonna break
Never gonna break
Not for a part in any gamut of the dark
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
Never gonna break
Never gonna break
Never gonna break
Never gonna break
All that it seems
Bellows tracing through the streams
Never gonna break
Never gonna break
Never gonna break
Never gonna break
All at it’s seams
Swallows swelling for the beams
BABYS
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Summer comes to multiply, to multiply
Summer comes to multiply, to multiply
And I, I’m the carnival of peace
I’ll probably start a fleet with no apologies
And the carnival of scenes, it grows more and more appealing
But my woman and I, my woman and I know what we’re for
Summer comes to multiply, to multiply
Summer comes to multiply, to multiply
FLUME
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I am my mother’s only one
It’s enough
I wear my garment so it shows
Now you know
Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she’s the moon
I am my mother on the wall
With us all
I move in water, shore to shore
Nothing’s more
Only love is all maroon
Lapping lakes like leery loons
Leaving rope burns, reddish ruse
Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she’s the moon
LUMP SUM
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Sold my cold knot, a heavy stone
Sold my red horse for a venture home
To vanish on the bow
Settling slow
Fit it all, fit it in the doldrums
Or so the story goes
Color the era
Film it as historical
My mile could not pump the plumb
In my arbor ’till my ardor trumped
Every inner inertia
Lump sum
All at once rushing from the sump-pump
Or so the story goes
Balance we won’t know
We will see when it gets warm